Properly chagrined, Lloyd had taken it upon himself to change the topic to something he thought would properly distract them, and for a second, Kratos was: they needed to take off anything metallic to pass through the arch? That...he thought about the number of buckles holding together the outer shell of his uniform and sighed inwardly. No use in complaining about it, though: if Lloyd's information was correct, he had a choice between partially undressing and receiving an electric shock, and it didn't take a genius to recognize which one would be more inconvenient.

They entered the Sun Room and were immediately met by a short, ornery blond that seemed to be an acquaintance of Lloyd's. As the two talked, Kratos exchanged glances with Castiel. While their initial exchange seemed innocuous, his instincts were telling him otherwise, especially given what room they were in and what often transpired here during the night.

"A friend of yours?" he asked Lloyd, all the while preparing to bolt at the first sign of aggression.