Glancing between the two redheads, tension thick enough in the air that Lloyd could easily slice it in half with his swords, he watches wordlessly as they argue, not exactly in a position where he can speak up against either of his superiors, not unless being spoken to. On one hand, he can see where Kratos is coming from, wants more than anyone else in this damn manor for Zelos to be safe and happy. But on the other hand, even with the weight of Mylene's death hanging over everyone's shoulders like a black funeral shawl, there is such a thing as being too paranoid. This is Zelos' home, and he should be allowed to explore so long as he has a weapon or two on him.

So during the silence after Zelos' snappy comment - it earned a slight flinch out of Lloyd, if only because he knew his father wouldn't take it well - Lloyd steps forward, turning to face his father while getting some of the direct attention off of Zelos. "Father," Lloyd says, trying to defuse the situation, "I believe milord is capable of protecting himself. Maybe we can come up with a better solution than constant surveillance -"

"Stay out of this, Lloyd," Kratos responds, shooting his son a steely look. "You were not asked for your opinion."

"You decided to have this discussion in front of me," Lloyd points out, scowling a little. "I'm not trying to override your decision, just -"

"You are dismissed," Kratos interrupts, raising a hand to quiet Lloyd, who bristles, glaring at his father. "We both have things to discuss, anyways. If we may be excused, milord," Kratos ends, bowing at the hip and then turning on his heel, wasting no time in walking away. Lloyd has no choice at this point but to follow, shaking his head minimally before sighing and turning to walk off. Still, he can't stop himself from turning at the shoulder to give Zelos a small, tired smile and a wave goodbye before following Kratos into the manor.