Larxene had seen him when he arrived, though she was out of view as she continued to mold with the darkness. Cautious approach was the best method to take in case he was up to something. From what she could tell, he wasn't. Yet. Therefore, she deemed it fine to show herself until given a reason otherwise. She wasn't going to sugar-coat her real personality like she did the other idiots with a "Meallan" either. That character was sickening and she couldn't believe such stupidity existed in the universe to fall for that one. Not that she did a bad job - her acting was rather top notch for being a cookie-cutter, spunky ditz. Those were the kind of girls that they were usually surrounded by anyway, especially Sora: weak, damsels in distress, crybabies, innocent, sweet, and most importantly, dull. It was pathetic, but it probably made him need to play that cliche hero role so much more. This Zetta wouldn't seem to take offense to who she really was.

Regardless, whether he had some ploy in mind or not, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

Stepping from the wall, since they weren't really that far from each other, she walked towards him, wondering if the way he looked will garner some attention. He stuck out like a sore thumb. Actually, he almost reminded her of Axel, with the wild red hair, and those marks close to his eyes. They had some weird similarities.

Then again, Laharl did have her forelocks, for some reason.

She frowned displeasingly at the thought. She had to make a mental note on finally cutting them off when she saw him.

Putting that behind her for when she was bored, however, she stood in front of the demon now, crossing her arms in a beguiling manner and smirking as the hood screened her visage. She had to make sure she didn't say anything that may steer this away from what she wanted. Though she always had a sharp tongue that people just didn't appreciate. "So, we meet. I would think you wouldn't show up after last time, being that I'm such a bad girl to your blue little rag doll~."