"Well, hmm?" she asked. "You don't care, I'm sure, that your loud mouth makes people want to pick on your.." She paused and smirked. "Vassals. Those people oh-so-necessary to... Mmm, run a kingdom." She giggled. "But who cares? The mighty Laharl's there, in all his undeserving glory."

She turned away from him, and hopped onto the table he'd sat on the last time they'd been in that room. "I'd be ashamed of you if I were your mother, Laharl." She giggled. "Because even I have respect for my parents."

But in a limited, lost sort of way.