For his part, Chrno felt somewhat awkward being the only one who actually took a seat. Wincing slightly at the sight of one more person joining them, the demon turned back to stare at the old man expectantly. This really was getting nowhere, and as much as he hoped this was all part of some sort of odd dream, every legion of his body and all his astral energy were shutting that down real quick. Sitting down, not eating a single cheese...Chrno was probably the only one here who could sit and not eat for as long a duration of time as he wanted, he spent half a century doing just that.

Clearing his throat loudly, and raising a hand, the purple haired (demon) man spoke up, "Why was I..." Taking a look around quickly at all the evidently confused people, "Why were we all brought here?" Leaning back in his chair, the demon added dryly, "I doubt we were summoned...conjured here for just a cheese party with..." Then again, this man just proclaimed himself to be prince of madness...