Laharl's expression brightened at the 'low five' and he straightened when he felt Timon reach his shoulder. It had been a time since Timon had last perched there... very long, even. He hadn't expected the wave of nostalgia, but quickly shoved it away. His concentration had to be on the here and now, not the past. He could be nostalgic later.

"Right. Let's!" he agreed, with a confident grin and a 'let's do this!' motion with his fist.

He then followed after his old man, down the hallway to the door.