While the other three were speaking their minds, Flauros was listening to them but, not exactly taking any of what they said into consideration. He nodded his head in agreement with what was said and, when it was his time for the floor he spoke up.
"Just because we can't get into Asgard doesn't mean we give up on tormenting them. If going after them physically means having to lure them out then so be it!" He paced the floor, hands behind his back, head facing straight forward. "And don't tell me you guys never take walks. A lot of the Asgardians love going for walks and better still? A lot of times they don't even have someone with them!" Well, that last part was only kind of true.
The demon then announced something. "I had actually written up some plans for us to go over but, it seems I left them in my room. Make yourselves comfortable while I go and get them. There are refreshments in the fridge in case any of you get hungry or thirsty."
With that said Flauros opened the door to room and stepped out of it. He then slowly shut the door and proceeded to lock it. He lingered around for a few seconds until he heard the speakers starting to ape-shit so to speak. With a chuckle, Flauros whirled around and proceeded to strut down the hall, whistling to himself.