Listen, [he starts] traditions are ... necessary for bonding and for roomies not to get all sour-y on each other. [this makes great sense, he's talking out of his ass.]

[he swats the cane away, not realizing it's meant to help him]

Besides!

[this is already an idea in his head, there's no backing out. prompto opens his mouth as if to say something, hand up with a finger raised as if here be his ultimate rebuttal. except - silence, a wide lean back onto the couch, finger still up.]

Besides, the more you poetry the better person you'll be.

[okay, he's reached a mildly sleepy/drunk state of mind.]