He let her take his hand, hesitating a moment, before he gently closed his fingers around her smaller hand. "T-tch... don't thank me," he muttered softly. He felt strange... a good strange. He didn't want it to go away, but... they were sitting in the throne room. It wasn't the most private of places. Suddenly feeling self conscious, he glanced around the room. They seemed alone, but... that could change.

Laharl glanced back at Flonne, then at their hands. He swallowed, trying to find his voice again. "...Come on." Rising, he tugged her hand to follow.