Prompto's mouth fell open with the beginning of a protest, closed as he realized the many flaws that existed in his argument, and then his head tilted as he also realized the general flaws in the concept as a whole.

"I don't think anyone can get that bar up," he decided to admit, shrugging slightly. "It's cursed. And I see right through your intentions, Vette. So concerned with me getting my pull-up bar up. You just can't stop thinking about these guns and making sure they're fine tuned and ready for all those hugs."

Maybe with a little subtle flexing, which was completely unnecessary for the taxing action of pushing a button on his controller.