[Regis' new wings are distracting, but for once Prompto is nervous enough that they're only sort-of drawing his attention. Had those been attached to anyone else, it would've been even more difficult to keep looking him in the face instead of what those fluttery appendages were doing. Ending up with wings is pretty cool, Prompto has to admit, even if he personally thinks feathers would be superior to that creepy daemon look.]

Heh, yeah. I know I can rely on them.

[It was a nice little bit of wisdom, and Prompto might've said more, but Regis was starting to stare in a way that made him uncomfortable. Did he just say something about changing...?]

Uh, yeah? That guy said I couldn't get in if I didn't drink it. B-But I don't think it was real alcohol, so don't worry! It's just a simulation, right?

[Was that why Regis was staring at him?! It doesn't even occur to Prompto that anything else might be wrong, not with the potential that he might've just royally fucked up in front of the King. What if he started thinking that Prompto was a bad influence on Noctis? It didn't seem like all that far-fetched of an idea, despite their ages. This was royalty, so there was no telling what they disapproved of.]