At Mithos' nod, Lloyd walks away from the others, standing and crossing his arms as Mithos speaks, not tense as much as just expectant. All things considered, Lloyd doesn't know much about Mithos, how he acts when he's not completely lost in his own madness, and he doesn't quite know what Mithos expects from him. So he gives the Aegis time to put together his words, raising his brow a little at the apology.

"Don't mention it," Lloyd replies, shrugging a little, and - really, Mithos, don't mention it, the sooner Lloyd can forget this is happening the better - "you need a driver, and it's not like I have any other resonances to worry about."

Kicking his boot a little, looking down and letting it get scuffed by the dirt, he uncrosses his arms, resting a hand on his hip with a sigh. As much as he wants to let this conversation end there, there is something that needs to be said, and he intends to say it. Lloyd glances back up at Mithos, seriousness obvious on his face, in the way he straightens up his posture.

"And - hey. Listen. I'm not interested in being a driver -" pause, restate that - "well, what I mean to say is that I don't plan on using your blade or anything. Or, like, whatever drivers usually do. I can fight for myself with my own swords. Driving you is just a necessity to keep you alive, alright? You're free, otherwise. I'm not gonna try and control you or what it is you do, and if you think I am for whatever reason, just - tell me, and I'll cool it."