Back home, Eliot can't show his magic to any non-magical people - it's pretty strongly proscribed by just about everyone. So he's never gotten the satisfaction of a reaction like he's getting from Prompto now, and he can't help but break out in a very smug, self-satisfied smile. But that reaction, too, reminds him - magic is pretty cool. Even the simple things. There was a time when he would have been as impressed, if he'd seen someone make a rock glow and fly.

"I'm a magicians. It's what we do. Though I usually do it with more style than the rest of them ... "

The rock darts back, like a dog eager to return to its master, and then it circles Prompto once before Eliot sends it ahead of them once more.