[He has no plans to dwell in this wretched world any longer than necessary. But if it was possible to conjure up animals, just from sharing intimate moments... it was worth looking into, at least. He's stiff and cold but insatiably curious when the mood strikes, or when discussing something of interest. And birds were more than just interesting: they were beautiful, and majestic, and free, just like those pictures suggested. Freer than he could ever hope to be.

Being a creature that prided itself upon arrogance, he sniffs it out right away in others. It's a poor look for someone so clearly on the chipper end of the spectrum, and McGillis calls it out—although it's more akin to thinly veiled teasing. He's arrogant enough to get away with it.]

Fishing for praise, are we?

[McGillis rests his weight a bit more heavily upon Prompto. Although he took those lessons to heart; proper cuddling sequence has been engaged.]

That's a strange thing to ask on another man's lap. Perhaps you should try for the corner square, instead.

[Kissing? Oh, my. Fitting with the scandalous theme here.]