[the tug results in an immediate small frown from kratos. as much as lloyd having fun with yuan and possibly making the other man fidget is, the line gets drawn at painful tugs.]

Lloyd.

[the boy curiously glances over at his father.]

Gently. Remember: if it hurts you, it hurts others.

[lloyd blinks. the child-like gears in his head start turning, eventually leading to the thought of tugging at his own hair as hard as he had martel's. cue an instant yelp from him. lloyd frowns as he looks back at martel and gently pats her hair 'sorry. that hurt me so it hurt you!'.

a very proud smile settles on kratos' face at that. what a good son he has. his gaze shifts up to yuan as he speaks.]

Awkward, you mean. You have no idea how to talk to most people in a way that doesn't come off as pompous or frigid.

[not that he's much better himself.]