Under any other circumstances Zelos would perhaps at least feel some sort of shame at making a grown-ass man blush like that, but given the ridiculousness of Malos' question itself, all that happens is that Zelos ends up laughing. Good to see someone else in this godforsaken group blushing other than himself! Geez. Zelos keeps his hands on his hips and looks up at the sky, pretending, for as long as it takes for Malos to speak again, that he's not aware of the other's antsy staring. That sticks out to the Aegis more than it otherwise should have, makes him think of Lloyd, of Anna. Blood relation or not, Malos is so very much like the rest of his family.

He offers a thoughtful hum. "Well, as much as I can, I guess," Zelos answers, shrugging again. "I could probably do with finer meals and softer bedding, but I guess that's the price of tagging along with you outdoorsy types." Pepper a laugh in here, something controlled that shakes the shoulders, accompanied by a self-satisfied smirk. "Still, I kind of miss my bed, you know! Softest thing in Tethe'alla!"