Barking out a bit of a surprised laugh, Lloyd keeps his hands steady as he pulls the knife through Zelos' hair, trying to be as gentle and even as possible. The immediate response on his tongue - though something he would have said back when they were best friends, thick as thieves, a joking "well, if the shoe fits" - is way too rude to respond with, so he bites it back, shaking his head though Zelos can't see it. "I didn't call you anything," Lloyd says, pulling the dagger through the rest of the section of hair, watching as it frays out without any weight to hold it down. "You're just putting words in my mouth!"

One section done, he drops the hair that's gathered in his hand to the ground and grabs the next section, readying the dagger again. "Besides, you act way more like a cat, that much is obvious."