“The later.” He can admit that much. The rest is his own and he won’t give them up unless he has no other choice. He glances at his right arm. The armor covers it but the action is a habit. He lets it fall and looks back to Noctis. “We’ve have had dangerous adventures too but nothing like that on foot. ...” but he pauses.

No. That’s not quiet accurate. “As a team, anyway.” It wasn’t that long ago he won a stronger bond with the Black Lion. It had been meant to be harmless but. He had been battling for control from a tyrant. He glances at the stars beyond the glass. “But to be specific...man made small spaces.” Only that much.

He can allow it. No matter what it reveals or hints to.