(laughing his approval when noctis starts to stammer, gladio leans against the back of his stool and gets him again with a shove of the arm.)

Didn't think that one through, did ya Noct?

(the laugh boils off into chuckles until those eventually fade and his hand's raising to call that freshly poured beer over. the drink even looks unappetizing when it's set down, unlike lighter beers, with foam that looks as thick as whipped cream. definitely something heavy that'll stick in his gut for an hour. it's such a wicked thing to do to the king with the sweet tooth, but he's never claimed to be kind and he has to entertain himself somehow.)

Here we go — thanks Mila — look at this. (setting his implant to record this scene, moment well worth abusing its storage space.) You can't even see through it.