Holy shit, this is the nicest Zelos has felt in Architect knows how fucking long. Lloyd calling out Sheena's name is what snaps Zelos out of his cackling, but the delight and triumphant satisfaction at tricking her remains in his veins still even when he pushes himself to sit up on the grass, little chuckles escaping him as he tries to calm the hell down.

Sheena's holding his sword with both hands. That's a sight that makes Zelos snort; she looks like she has no idea what she's doing. Probably doesn't. Man, why'd he get a driver who doesn't use swords? This is ridiculous. Before he can linger on it any further, though, Lloyd catches up to them and starts examining the sword, singing praise for Zelos and calling Sheena out on exactly the same thing Zelos had been thinking. It makes him laugh again, a little delighted sound that he allows to come out of his chest as he rises to stand again, dusting himself off of grass and dirt.

Good lord, it's about time these people lightened up. This is a fucking riot.

"Aw, thanks, hon. I am pretty cool," Zelos calls out as he steps forward to the two of them, winking at Lloyd, the grin on his face easy and light. He stops right next to Sheena and laughs again, hands on his hips as he examines his driver. "He's right, though. Come on, that's a part of me! Hold it properly!" The grin turns suggestive almost immediately. "Be gentle with me, honey!"