Between the arrival of Samael and Malicham, Aren didn't say a single word. He merely sat as he was, swirling the glass in his hand and idly sipping from it, waiting in silence for the entire group to arrive- In fact, the only motion given to so much as suggest he registered their appearances before then was a slight nod of greeting to each of them. But, when everyone finally got together, he seemed to regain his presence of mind. Downing the last of whatever the thick red fluid in his glass was, he set it aside and gave a hard flap of his wings, effortlessly lifting himself from his chair and settling on his feet, the banner overhead whipping around a moment in the gust the flap had created.

"It -has- been a while now, hasn't it everybody...? Peacetime can be so boring without all of you. -And- I see a new person or two. Pleasure to meet you all, yada-yada-yada, you get the point. Who wants some imp ribs? Fresh out of the flames of Hell."

He jerked a thumb over his shoulder to the dead demon on the snack bar, a slight grin on his features.

"Still hot. And what is going on with all those pesky human skins? Stuffy to stick in when there isn't a human for miles, I think. Besides, I get the feeling we won't have long to party- When's the last time the man upstairs herded us all to one place unless there was work to be done, after all?"

Indeed, it was rare this group was sent to one place as a group unless some random demonic threat or another had cropped up in the area. The 'party' beforehand was just a display of that dark sense of humor even God seems to possess. Because really- Who can resist a bit of a grim joke in war time?