"Heh. You... don't really want me to answer that, do you?" he asked her, almost smiling for a moment, before moving past her to perch back on his bed. He noticed he'd pretty much just changed the subject. Well, sort of.

"A-anyways, whatever. Don't worry about it," Laharl continued. The whole thing with the cake really wasn't an issue now. He hadn't given it really a second thought. It had only served to make the real underlying issue come to light.

Folding his arms, he fell silent trying to figure out how to approach this.

"L-look..." he began, struggling to find words.