All this goddamn silence is gonna drive Zelos to an early grave, is what he's thinking when Loyd finally approaches him and starts talking during lunch time. At first he offers the knight a polite, sweet smile, trying to see where this conversation will go, which then turns into raised eyebrows and a smirk when Lloyd starts mentioning his features, which then turns into a frown and a pout when he gets exactly the point Lloyd wants to make, which then turns into wide eyes when Lloyd gets the dagger out.

Oh, holy shit.

"I." Hm, nope. Try again. He swallows hard. Zelos isn't stupid; he knows that cutting his hair would probably save them more time and troubles than if he did nothing with it, but. Short hair? Him? Holy hell, Zelos hasn't touched his hair since he was a child. "Well, damn. Okay, I-- Do-- You actually have experience with cutting hair, don't you?" he laughs, high pitched and perhaps a little manic as he levels Lloyd with a pleading look behind his grin. "Please tell me you do."