After hearing what Julia said, D'ren made a decision: he didn't give a shit. He sheathed his dagger and sat down in the beautiful lush green grass. With a content smirk on his face, he stared up at the sky above. Sure, there had been a couple space-time tears in a couple of realms he'd visited before, but the people he worked for - The Powers That Be, and the Council of Defense - had not allowed these quantum rips to affect their mission, or the "essential universes," such as the ones from which D'ren and his colleagues were born.

So he just sat there, leaning back on his hands, enjoying the fact that he didn't have to fight or die for the moment. And he knew that Eli and the others wouldn't miss him; they'd only asked him along to Malevora as a guide because it was his previous home-world anyway. They would rescue his wife and wait for him back in the paradise realm of X-000. 

However, there were a few individuals who piqued his interest, both in a good way, and in a bad way. The bad, Aeris. An angel. To hell with that dude and all his kind. But D'ren cleverly concealed his contempt. His eyes fell upon the more comely women of the party, namely Patricia - a redhead. His eyes half-drooped closed as he admired her physique, especially her hair.

Sometimes, he really missed being the most evil mortal in the multiverse...