Lloyd's eyes are glued to an iPad, a finger scratching idly at his thick mustache as he reads over reports and documents with a bored expression. He turns his attention towards you when you step into the office, lips immediately curling into a mischievous smirk. "I know that look, cupcake. You're here to ask me for something, aren't you? What do you want this time? Money? Clothes? New phones?" Lloyd muses, setting his iPad down to give you his undivided attention, a spark of mischief in his gaze. "Go ahead, I'm ~aaaall~ ears."