Glancing to his old man, Laharl found himself being looked at, displeasedly. "Tch, don't look at me like that. I got you down, didn't I?" he muttered. Even like this, his old man was still being annoying, and the default annoyance he always felt around him as Mid-Boss hadn't exactly gone away.

Setting the older demon down, he had a closer look now at his wounds. Laharl's place was practically across the city. That would be a long time to leave wounds untended.