"I ain't your dear." Floyd grimaces through the pain but stubbornly tries to turn his head away in spite of it. Nevertheless, it's difficult to ignore that predatory look in the other man's eyes--red and purposeful; wild. The words to follow sour his mood, however, and with a scoff Floyd rolls his eyes, any ounce of mounting interest immediately quelled.

But threatening him with restriction is one thing. Mentioning his father's disappointment, well-- That's another.

As pissed off as Floyd is with his father's decision, he can't deny he still respects the man with all his heart. He's the head of this family for a reason, after all. There's no one whose opinion matters more. ... So if he trusts Lilia enough to place Floyd in his care, then isn't that reason enough to concede?

After several moments, the boy finally stills. "How?" he asks, his cooperation all but secured.