[ Such a simple solution. He can't help smiling back down at Noctis, tracing the curve of his smile with a fingertip. ]

Alas, for a fisherman in those days it wasn't an option. He probably never had the chance to learn that the way I have.

[ It's disgraceful, really. His whole life he's been aware that his duty must come first, that his diligence is key to his ability to serve as an adequate advisor - and he'd still rather lay in bed with Noctis any day, soaking in the gentle warmth of his body and easing him into the day with kisses when he wakes. ]