Andrew had listened to the demon's words and he couldn't help but frown. It wasn't the words of death or the mention of the Armaros that upset him, it was the man's eyes. He could see the chaos that resisted in the demon and couldn't help but fee l a form of kinship with him, when one is the host of the god of chaos they tend to develop a sympathy for the so called evil beings of the world. He adjusted the duffle bag on his shoulder before looking at the others. "Well who wants to save the world?" He said with a sly smile.