He closed his eyes a moment then glanced away, replying quietly, "Yeah, tch... she does, apparently."

Laharl shuddered at her touch. He wasn't sure what he prefered, her digging her knifes into him or her touching him softly like that. It unnerved him and gave him the chills. He wasn't a big fan of affection, although Etna liked to lean on him and such to annoy him, but he took it in stride generally. He didn't like this though.

Failure. She was calling him that again. A... failure. A failure...