Being early hadn't exactly been intentional, but it was also how he'd decided to be sure he'd miss any intervention that might've happened. However, Mao being late didn't have Laharl too happy.

"Tch! You're late!" Laharl grumbled, ignoring the operating table comment. Unfolding his arms, he drew his sword from his scarf, resting it on his shoulder. "Let's just do this already!" The young Overlord's patience had already begun to wear thin, and it showed.