Well, that was certainly an interesting look. Vyers hadn’t already assumed that he was up to something, had he? Talk about rude! Was that all he thought of him; that he all he ever did was scheme? How insulting! He didn’t always use people. There were the rare exceptions time to time. Timon would never stand for this idea normally. However, once he had begun to engage with the demon, he realized that he had actually somehow come to miss him; miss a Mid-Boss. He didn’t want to push him away when he was one of the few people he had left. Still, if he messed this up for him somehow he’d make sure the demon paid.

The meerkat looked up between the two and planted his paws on his hips. It appeared as though Flonne did not recognize either of them. Did this mean she had gone home after all or had the Organization somehow erased her memories? He scratched his head and smiled back at Flonne, uncertain what to tell the fallen angel. “That’s alright. It’s kinda complicated, what with the way this place works and all, but we’ve met before. I’m Timon. I lived with you, Laharl, and the old man over there.” He said and gestured to Vyers. "That was until you got kidnapped, of course. Not to worry though, I save you."