[ Holding the flashlight while continuing his shower is admittedly an awkward task to handle but he's not without the capability, one hand combing impatiently through his hair to rinse it while–

Zelos parades right through the beam of light meant to protect their modesty and Noctis immediately directs his gaze upward, mentally cursing whoever is responsible for landing him here. Probably Gladio, somehow. That's usually the case. If this is some elaborate test... ]

Who's making a big deal out of anything, other than you? You could try being a little less showy... [ Man, he needs to finish up in here as quickly as possible. ]

How'd you get here, anyway? Do you remember anything about it?