Llewellyn beamed a little to have gotten that kind of reaction. It was an absolutely absurd mental image and one that he’d hoped would amuse. It wasn’t often he tried, but with the teasing and the atmosphere, he’d taken a risk on it. “Just a tad, I think.” He murmured with a little shrug, “And we do already have a chaperon in Pretzel, he’s very serious about his job.” Always underfoot, especially around the dinner table when they did sit down to a meal. “So we have that much covered.” He added in a humourous tone.

It definitely hadn’t been the best idea to try to get by him in particular. Terribly nosy man, unless discouraged. Especially when it came to people, he was particularly fond of, which Aerith definitely counted as. “That is true, though there are people who would enjoy our company, I’m sure. Your bodyguard could probably use someone to lighten the atmosphere, after all.” Yes, he went there. The man seemed so serious and maybe they both could use the company, especially in this place. “And… Well, maybe instead of keeping busy all the time while I’m at your shop, we both could make time for a proper lunch break, hm?”

Ways to get Llewellyn to stop for a bit: Give him a reason to be concerned about someone else doing the same.

It was the older sibling mindset that he’d acquired after worrying about the twins growing up, probably.