Cor gives a curt nod of greetings to Noctis, though he wishes he could give a much better greeting. More like a hug, or kinder words. Something to concey how much he misses, and still cares for, his young royal charge.

But no,his gaze remains focused on the Dom that dared to harm Noctis. Logically, he knows that Noct can take care of himself in a fight. Bit the lad is clearly reluctant to fight among a civilian crowd, and is also apparently injured as well. Hence, Cor quickly stepping between the other two men.

"You have your damn seat open," he growls, gently tugging Noctis to stand more behind himself. "Sit in it, and leave him the hell alone." He is giving off an air that might be familiar to the younger man - that of protective danger.