Larxene ignored Death in favor of focusing on Laharl, and giving a glance towards Timon every now and again. Oh, he was just terrified of her, and still weak besides, while she hadn't felt better in a while. Clearly the advantage was on her side, if not for the walking, talking skeleton.

"I'm just here to enjoy the festival," Larxene replied innocently and sweetly enough. She almost might have seemed sincere, if she weren't Larxene, and if her past history with Laharl weren't what it was.

Lightly then, crackles emitted from her fingertips, and she giggled. "Oh, and I've been so anxious these past few days... I just couldn't stay cooped up forever, you know!" And her hand moved dangerously close to Laharl's head, as though she intended to brush his hair out of the way, mocking him.

"Mmm... How are you, Timon?" she asked, without looking up.