Felih smiles softly, eyes softening with it. "But his laughter is from joy as well, is it not?" he murmurs, leaning against him. "I imagine he teases you out of fondness and closeness. He loves and knows you so well, and probably relishes seeing that kingly facade of yours fade so you can be as equals here."

The mention of Noctis, however, makes Felih's attention snap to the battlefield, wide-eyed. A young man...? But...

"I had been under the impression your son was still a kit," he says in surprise, eyes wide. "But he seems full-grown... if barely. Is he trained in combat as well, then? I suppose it makes sense, being the crown prince..."