[Prompto squawks and almost accidentally flings himself off the bench, then looks at Maya with pure, affronted incredulity as she greets the dog he's walking instead of him!]

Wow! Wow. Really, Maya? Really.

[Sitting up, Prompto holds the bottle of water by the top, points to Maya with the bottom, and addresses the Maltese instead of her.]

Come on, Silvia, don't tell me you're just going to stand by when she treats me like that! We've got a connection, right, Sil? We get each other. We're linked. ...Sil?

[Yeah, no, the Maltese is already enchanted, jumping around and putting her paws all over Maya and hardly standing still to get petted at all. Prompto frowns mightily and sinks into his seat, sulking.]

Fine. I see how it is.