Not rude at all Lunafreya or.... shall I call you Luna when we're alone? [He shoots her a reckless grin, feeling bolder than usual. This is a dream. This HAS to be a dream. If so then... What happens in a dream stays in the dream and, in a deep shame-filled part of himself, this is hardly the first time he's fantasized of her. Besides, Noct isn't here and he would want Prompto take care of her in his absence, right? Even if it's a flimsy excuse he can't help but grab hold of it. Anything for Noct and, just like back then, he would do anything to please Lunafreya.]

Well then, dear maiden, your shade awaits! And don't worry, I'm the last person to be bothered by rudeness. When we relax you can take off whatever you want. I won't mind.

[A nervous laugh escapes and, before they can move on, he uses a free hand to brush some of the sweat away from its path towards her eyes. He's not sure where this impulsive need to touch her comes from but it's like he just can't get enough. A red flush spreads across his cheeks, not entirely owed to the heat from the sun, and he tugs her forward towards the shade of a parasol he could have sworn was not in sight just moments before. His fingers glide down her arm to intertwine their fingers together and, emboldened in the heat and his need to touch, he raises their locked fingers to brush his lips across the back of her hand. Carefully he twists their wrists so he can kiss her pulse, blue eyes looking up at her through his lashes to check on her.]