Inigo can't help but really lean back against Prompto when he says those things, like he wants to bask in them even physically. He really wishes he could just believe those words. Even simple compliments feel so hard to accept at times. Nice and sweet already feels like it's stretching things, considering the amount of times he says something dumb and makes everyone around him uncomfortable.

He hesitates. His throat feels dry and thick at the same time, and it's hard to swallow. Maybe he can trust Prompto to at least not think differently about him if he entrusts him with a bit more of a piece of truth about himself. Prompto is nice, so he can probably trust him, but.. it still feels hard. It's terrifying to think he may change such a sweet friend's perception of him.

His voice is soft when he speaks up, like he's worried someone may overhear them despite them being the only ones in the carriage.

"I'm a prince. Being nice, or sweet.. That isn't going to cut it."