Laharl still faintly glared at her comment as she pulled away. She wasn't convinced in the slightest, that much was clear. At least she had pulled away though. Or almost. He felt her fixing her hair, and while opened his mouth to complain at her, it died before it began. Laharl hated to have his hair messed up, so if she was fixing it, that was... acceptable. Just.

If she wasn't holding up a basket of cookies, he might have been feeling less agreeable. "Hn. Well, let me see one then," he requested, holding out his hand expectantly.