[ A few days ago, before the attack, before Alisaie had gotten sick, a question like that would've seen Prompto guffawing with laughter and clapping Lance on the shoulder. Matters being what they are, he can't quite summon the energy he wants to, but he still manages a buoyant smile, a light chuckle as he tips his head to the side.

They'll get to what they need to talk to. But for now: ]

H-ha - you know? Somehow I haven't messed that up yet. [ Actually. Things have, um. Progressed. Considerably. A blush dusts over his cheekbones. ]

But I-I could always use more pointers. [ And then, a gentle nudge in Lance's ribs. ] Hey, does that mean you've got some experience to speak from, now?

[ Come on, give him some good news. Gods know they could both use it right now. ]