Harth just stood there, almost smiling at the touches to his form. She could probably feel his ribs under his shirt, probably feel how skinny he was before he died. Probably give him a little trouble just for that. It was Toph, after all. Droll as her antics could be he was still rather amused by her not coming after him so readily. His spell had worked like a charm.

Duo's approach however had him watching the boy carefully. His eyes shielded by the sun reflecting off his glasses. That fear in his eyes, that fear on his scent, it was clear exactly what he was afraid of. Haku must have talked. That would have to be dealt with immedietly, and this boy would have to be silenced.

"Yeah. Is something wrong?" Harth asked, playing up the act for Toph's benefit.