They were sharing a bed. They didn't have much choice.
Lloyd said, "Umphgh. You're hogging the covers, Dad."
Kratos came back at him with, "Your feet are cold."
Lloyd woke up a bit more. He said, "I'm wearing boots!"
His father said, "They're still cold."
Lloyd shifted around a little. "Okay, there. Is that better? Now give me some covers."
Kratos said in fatherly tones, "Son, consider it training."
Lloyd grinned. "Dad, I'm sure you need some training, too. Hup…" The was the sound of straps being undone.
Kratos asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
"Ahhhh…that feels nice…." Lloyd sighed.
There was a completely silent moment. Then Kratos yelled, "THE STENCH! PUT THEM BACK ON!"
"Why, Dad, you know I haven't taken my boots off in a week!" Lloyd said smugly. "I need to let my feet air out SOMETIME!"
Kratos got out of the bed. "I'm going outside…" he announced.
"Hey! Leave the blanket! C'moooon…. " Lloyd whined.