*Lecter looks down at Togan and raises his pistol at the werelord's head*
Lecter: You're getting rusty, Karma.
*The Devil Hunter pulls the trigger, and turns to regard his familiar*
Lecter: A day to recover, I'd say.
*He turns to look at Halia, and shakes his head*
Lecter: The crippled king won't reach you here. If he sends his minions, they'll be dealt with. Now, you and Mergoux are probably hungry. Both have been through a lot.