[Gods, he hates the fact that this is a "we" situation. Gladio would like to just let Prompto handle this on his own while he goes off to find some lovely lady company but he's already dug himself too deep in this marketplace, he doesn't want to let him go only to end up with something stupider or worse. Or dangerous.

Being a dad is suffering.]

What do you think we're gonna do? We're finding a way to get rid of these things because you're not bringing them back to the inn.

[The only spot he can see these ducks occupying is the tub and there's no way he's letting that happen.]