Samael moved from his purch on the barstool to join Aren at the table festooned with the dead corpse of an Imp. He carefully picked his was around the pooling visceral organs but his foot slipped once. For a second Samael eyes clouded again with grey light only this time the light was shot through with black veins which worked there way from the corners of his eye toward the center. Samael set his jaw for a moment concentrating and pushed the blackness back. With that he finished picking his way to Aren and sat down calmly. 

Samael turned and spoke softly to Aren wilst Mlicham was hurling projectiles at a cork board with a disturbing ammount of accuracy and Rahab was fishing behind the bar for a coke. The two exchanged words for a moment before Aren closed his eyes for a moment and cocked his head as though listening to something and his mouth worked like he was talking before he nodded his head and gave Samael a knowing look.

Aren stood from the table "Well now that we've gotten to know each other nicely I'm going to have to bid you goodbye and all that jazz. The big man has decided I'm of use somewhere else away from the party scene. You kids have fun I'm sure we'll be working together soon enough" With that Aren stood and strode out of the Bar and with a titanic heave of his wings ascended into the still raining sky. 

Samael sniffed "Well. I didn't realise I was such a terrible conversationalist. I don't think god has ever been used as an excuse to get out of talking to me. Mabye as an excuse to try and kill me but never to flee a conversation." Samael's mouth twitched into a grin.