"Seriously?" Noctis groans, seeing the absurd dessert cock. He doesn't say anything about that little wiggle of hers, though he silently agrees that it feels...pretty all right. The boniness doesn't bother him any - he's dating Prompto, after all.

He has to admit, her bit of silliness when she hands over the dick-on-a-stick helps him feel a little less awkward about it. He takes it in his free hand and, with a faux-solemn air, brings it up in front of him as if it were the Blade of the Mystic. "And a mighty weapon it is. Perfect for combating the tyranny of this damn string."

Now comes the even more awkward part. He turns toward her as much as the string will let him without getting entirely all up in her space and gingerly brings the candy cock up...toward...her mouth.