Laharl was very amused at the scene before him. Was Etna starting to rub off on her or something? Well, whatever, seeing Hamel standing there smoking was oh-so satisfying. The only one looking butthurt was him.

"Hmph, nah, save your magic," he replied to Flonne's question. Let the bastard go, Laharl was done with him. They'd wasted far more time here than they should have. "Let's get out of here."