I'm fine, (said after taking his dear sweet time getting a handle on the next queasy roll of his stomach,) Noctis. I'm not going anywhere and you're not going to make me. Keep eating. (a fair enough deal if he stays seated and doesn't make anymore trouble for them.

anyway, hei's busy checking the height of the buildings with an upward raise of his eyes, tilting his head enough to broaden his view but keep his neck covered by the downward slope of his chin.)

Aliento del diablo, ah— "Devil's Breath". It's a drug in South America. That's what I think this is.