Prompto hadn't even recognized her voice right away, when she first started singing. He'd been just nursing a drink, chatting with a few people around him when the performance started. It's not until he glances over and catches a bit of familiar blonde hair that he realizes who's singing.

By the Six, her voice is the loveliest sound he's ever heard. Any conversation going on around him gets promptly (ha) ignored as he listens to her sing and play, putting on a show as she prances about the stage and encourages the patrons to participate. He can barely take his eyes off of her; the only times he does is to take a drink and to make it so it doesn't look like he's been staring the whole time like some creepy dude.

He's ordering another drink when she comes over, lute in tow and grin in place. Prompto has one to match hers, but admittedly, her question makes his mind go blank. Crap. He knows of a lot of the songs, but not many by name. And what if they're not popular here?

"Well, how about your favorite?"