Prompto picks at a frayed thread on the knee of his jeans, all the while bouncing his foot. "I think guns would be a good fit for me. And if they're rare in the Crownsguard then at least I'll be filling some kind of niche, right?"

A smile forms on his lips but quickly gives way to a furrowed brow. Prom shifts where he's sat to face Ignis more. "Hey... Ignis? Could we like... not tell Noct about any of this? Just for a little while? I know he'll have to know eventually but can we wait? I'd rather not tell him and then the poor sap who's got roped into training me takes one look at me and decides it's a lost cause... If it goes well, then we can tell him."

Not to mention the fact he doesn't want Noctis to try and talk him out of it.