Like his words, the rest of him tells that same honest story of his heart. While he hasn't fully adapted to physical affection, learning it comes quickly enough that he's comfortable stealing another kiss. It's quick, just the teasing press of his mouth for a moment, before he trails another down to Prompto's jaw instead. Along the line of soft, freckled skin to his heated cheeks, to press another, chaste and sweet.

"I don't find myself in doubt. I suspect you do not either." Though his voice is even, finding sureness a little easier this time, he still glances off. The shyness is harder to fight than acceptance. "But I'm not opposed to more of this. More of you." While he speaks, his tail curls around to lay against the small of Prompto's back, and his fingers squeeze gently along his nape. A touch softer, that shyness winning out again, he mumbles, "more of us."