He laughed at the comment because really… it was so Gladio and it actually felt kind of nice. Normal somehow. Even if none of this was. There was even a blush, high across his cheeks at having been called out over his probably fairly noticeable gait that day. “Ass…” he murmured against Gladio's skin, though his tone was far from biting.

He pulled back, slipped hands into his pockets and looked up at Gladio with a smile. “But I'd never say no to a massage,” he added. Who would really.

Prompto opened the door to his room and nodded to the stairs down the hall. “First door on the left,” he instructed Gladio. Anyone who would use that particular washroom was already milling about in other places for the day so Gladio shouldn't run into anyone. “Should be towels and everything up there.”