He knew it was an odd request, but still asked. The situation playing into some still very vivid memories of blades - albeit quite larger ones - being held close to his throat with his life gleefully threatened. And while Ardyn had certainly made a convincing Noctis it had still been off in subtle ways. The inflection of a word, the tone of a sentence, a word choice that Noctis never would have dreamed of making.

So yeah, it would be better to hear Gladio talk.

Prompto shrugged a little though at the question asked of him. “Second,” he answered after a moment. “I kind of like the chin fuzz,” aka the only part of his facial hair that hadn't come in as a patchy mess.