"Tch..." was the Overlord's initial reply to Timon's suggestions, pausing only to eat something off his fork before he continued to speak. "No, I don't really want to damn well blend in... I don't want to be hiding at all!" he huffed, and after a moments pause just let out a long, frustrated sound. Without warning he suddenly tossed the cloak off him, letting it slip off his shoulders to the ground.

Now unhindered by the extra peice of clothing, he slouched further over, resting an elbow on the table he brought up his fork and stabbed another piece of food on his plate, shoving it into his mouth. "There, good riddance," Laharl muttered, although truthfully he wasn't sure that had been the smartest of ideas, but... whatever. Apparently if it was that bad a disguise, it wasn't worth bothering with.