John rolled his eyes when he heard the sound of foot steps, and groaned quietly under his breath when he heard one of them speak. John turned to look and see just how many of them there were. The bug guy had returned and he had some friends with him. Of course he did... He clearly didn't like having his ego bruised. And that amused John all the more.
John took out his cigarettes and lit one, watching carefully. Demons and Angels, monsters, they were all easy to deal with. They had predictable weaknesses, but human beings? Men? They were more difficult. John feared them more than he feared the gruesome monsters of the world. In some ways, human beings were far worse.
"Probably not a wise idea, mate" John warned with a smirk. "Maybe best you lot leave quickly. I hear there's a pub somewhere missing their local idiot. Might be a job in it for you"