Timon's expression made the Overlord frown back a bit. He just hadn't expected to suddenly have someone recognize him here, well, other than Flonne, Etna and Ivan. The other problem had been he'd been rather lost in thought before Timon's voice jerked him from it. It never had occured to him Timon could be here, but now a problem had become rather apparent to him - if Timon recognized him, what was there to stop Larxene from doing so? The whole point of this stupid cloak had been to avoid being obvious, but if it was failing... Could she be here watching him now? He shivered a bit at the notion.

"Tch... It was a long week..." he replied quietly, taking a bite of something from his plate again, as the shadow that still hung over him seemed to weigh down on him more so. He'd only woken up back in the hotel room yesterday... and so... it was only a couple days back he'd still been there. It still felt weird to think of, since it was a little like thinking of day and night, both being so different. The Overlord still looked as tired as he felt. His energy and mana were low, he could feel it and it bothered him no end. It was hard to hide, but of course he was still attempting to.

He then sighed at Timon's teasing. Laharl wasn't really in the mood for this. "Yeah? Like what? Blue hair isn't exactly easy to cover up... and I sure as hell am not going to wear something stupid..." Laharl muttered, keeping his eyes on the food on his fork.