[Lloyd wanted it to be a surprise. And where Lloyd is concerned, Kratos has shown himself willing to be impractical, especially when it means seeing that beaming smile even more regularly than usual. Kratos isn't worried, not even about this guard he's heard so much about.

[Lloyd looks up in time to see Zelos's motion, and pulls back indignantly.]

Hey! I am not! I --

[He blinks at Yuan, his objection handily cut off by this revolutionary piece of advice.]

What, a threat to Zelos? That's dumb. Zelos is amazing; who'd want to be a threat to him? Why would anyone even think it?

[And this is why Kratos isn't worried. With a smile he puts his hand on Lloyd's hair to pull him back against him gently, and puts his son's bag back in his hands. Then he bows toward Nethan, deep enough to be of genuine respect without admitting anything about his own rank.]

Knight-Sergeant; I've heard a lot about you from Yuan. He's even, for the most part, been complimentary. Lloyd, please apologise to the knight-sergeant.

[Lloyd rubs his head, an edge of a pout around his mouth, but he doesn't argue. Dad's the one person he doesn't argue with.]

I still don't get why, but -- I'm sorry? I guess.