[Aquaras settles herself on Devon's shoulder and loops her tail loosely around his neck. She glares over at Prompto from her perch, clearly not forgiving. Devon just sighs heavily and shakes his head.]

Really, Aquaras?

[Gleaming blue eyes swivel on Devon. Her "kyuu" of displeasure is half screech.]

There's no point holding a grudge, you know. You liked him a second ago, and he did just apologize for the wrong phrasing.