"Nothing yet from her, but she's still too young. If I had to take, she'll be a Sentinel or nothing at all." There's a brief pause, then a rumble. "She better not be a Guide, because any one who wants to try and do anything to her would have to beat me in combat first." There's nothing sexual in his voice, purely Big Brother Protects Baby Sister. "I definitely don't have enough time to kill that many people." ...That's a joke, right?

Hard to tell.

"Means I get the perfect excuse to touch you. Win-win." Gladio smirks slightly, the protective glaze to his eyes fading away before he pulls back, winds up the washcloth, and cracks it like a whip on John's backside. "Gotta get your hair next, now."