[Koro casually picks the clothes up as they're dropped, giving quick glances at Prompto's beaten body. The cuts and bruises...they're fresh. Just what kind of hell did this guy go through?

But he had other things to worry about, such as Prompto's question. He stares at him blankly.]

I have. But I don't have a sense of taste. My diet is purely nutritional. [Koro gestures with a nod towards the other.] Your undies, too. I'll throw it all in the washer. It's a vintage one, not as great at the one back home, but it beats doing it all by hand.

[Oh how quickly he changes the subject.]