Nervous was the one thing Laharl was not. Mostly he looked unhappy as he followed behind Flonne, his hand in hers, looking almost like he was being dragged along. If not for letting Flonne hold his hand, one might think he didn't want to be there at all.

A date. Didn't they have other things to worry about? Ugh... This was so not his... thing. Flonne seemed happy though... sigh.

He hoped this thing wouldn't last too long. Laharl would be happy getting it over and done with as soon as possible.

A date. How did he get talked into this?

"Uh, yeah... That's me," was Laharl's half-hearted reply.