While Flonne darted off, Laharl remained frozen in place, but for turning away slightly, his face half disappearing behind the neck of his scarf. Now why again had he been missing having them both around?

Flonne's subject change was hardly subtle, but it was a change of subject, none the less.

"R-right. Getting the hell out of here," Laharl stuttered, still unable to face the two girls. He didn't even want to think about what was running through Etna's head right now.