No, he never. Prompto has gotten better at talking with her without turning into a jibbering idiot, and they've become decent acquaintances, but that's as far as he's ever going to get and he knows it. Every so often he'll flick his eyes up at Eliot's face to see how he's reacting to things.

And yeah, he can't blame him with the naga. He still has nightmares about the one in the cave.

The complement lights up his face and he beams up at the magician. "Wow, thanks! I'm hoping one day I can get published. Or have a gallery."