Smiling brightly at Sheena as she extends an invitation to him, Lloyd puts his hands on his hip. “If you don’t mind, then yeah, I’ll tag along.” Total confusion about what’s going on aside, the recent revelation that Anna had survived Zanarkand’s devastation hasn’t yet let Lloyd forget the grief that he had been forced to deal with at the idea of her death. For as much as he enjoys Colette’s company and the hospitality of the Besaid islanders, he’s not leaving his mother’s side, not again.

And then Zelos comes up, because there’s always a critic, and Lloyd raises a brow as the redhead checks him out. Damn dude, in front of the three other people in the room? “My mom’s taught me sword-fighting since I was eleven,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, refusing to back down from Zelos’ mischievous challenges. “If mom is as legendary as you all say she is, then I’ve learned from the master. I know my way around a fight.”

And with that, Lloyd grins again, playful and confident. “So, if you’re done checking me out, mind telling me what we’re guarding Lady Sheena from?”