"In the whole scheme of things, there is not much difference between the two." Micah had to think for a moment on the question. "I suppose because I must." They answered, looking down at their beverage. "However, it will be nice to have some new bodies to impale once more." At the mention of the act, a small smile appeared on Micah's face, before fading back to nothing. Though they didn't do it often anymore, it was one of the few things that gave them excitement, and their only reason for even bothering to fight. 

Micah, never being fond of group gatherings, didn't look too impressed to see Ezekiel. The fellow demon had always give them a strange feeling, with wearing the cross and such. "Good evening, Ezekiel. Did you wish to discuss something?"