"Is it housebroken?" Kevin calls back. Emerging from the hallway to see what horror Lacie is about to turn his evening into, the swordsman pauses in the doorway, staring at his other self with an eyebrow raised dubiously. But the other Kevin, the one who is still a knight, only meets his gaze for a moment or two before he looks away, clearly disinclined to tolerate the scrutiny.

If it were anyone else, he'd be belligerent. If the other Kevin were in any other mood, this one wouldn't want him around. But he clearly isn't up to fighting, and Kevin knows that Lacie is well aware that the Kevins don't tend to mix when left to their own devices. She wouldn't have brought him home if she didn't feel strongly that he needs to be taken care of tonight.

"...close enough," he relents, retreating to the kitchen. Beastie follows along at his heels, giving an obvious preference to the proper boy human, whose growls are weenie and meaningless.