Perhaps there was something missing in his life since the fall of Baphomet. He was never really the same since. He had followed Ishtar's rule without question, and even Andras wondered if without him, she crumbled. Even still, it wasn't just Baphomet. Samael had gone missing afterwards, and although the male was a fallen, there was a certain spot that he certainly filled. His absence was felt, but the sun kept rising and falling. The seasons had kept coming and going, and Andras shifted to adjust like the very wind itself. He was a male adaptable, but perhaps not the best of leaders. Perhaps, he is simply comparing himself to the man he looked up to, whose guts were spread all across Iromar and sunk into her horrid depths.

Perhaps he is more worthy than he thought then, for he was alive and well.

Yet when he hears Samael's voice for the first time in years, his ears cannot help but twitch. He wasn't always that big of a fan of...titles. It was still nice to hear the male's voice ring in his ear once again, even if it did bring back tinges of pain of the past, memories of times they could never get back. Time had made the male...sentimental. He always was the kind to be twisted by his emotions, more so than many realize. Denali was correct though, it would have been stupid to toy with him, and she did not lead him to some sort of impostor. In this moment as he stands before Samael, he does not really feel the presence of the girls so strongly. It is a moment tense, but not in a way of aggression. It is then the fallen exploded, his laughter causing a gleaming grin through his cracked lips. He did not immediately react strongly. He stood, muzzle leaning forward, with his tail beginning to wag quite quickly behind him in the gentle fog. Samael is quick to ensure that Andras reacts, feeling his body press into him as Samael makes a lunge tackle. Andras responds by standing strong, lifting his right front paw to tag his shoulder as he booms with deep laughter of his own.

Still in his domineering position, he takes a few steps forward with Samael's taunts, knowing he is a bit quicker, as Andras holds more meat on his bones to carry. He paws at him again, before his muzzle split by the vile Iblis comes down in an attempt to nip at his ear. He made a semi-growl of sorts, etched with a hint of a chuckle.

"Samael!" he exclaims, his eyes then being dragged to Aithne and Denali as the large dark female decides to announce her leave. She never seemed to be one to...lighten up, not that Andras even attempted or cared. A devilish look grew on his maw, sunset eyes turning to Samael for a moment only to turn back to the girls. Denali looked shocked, and he hardly knew why. His tail made a flick as it continued to wag, his head motioning towards Aithne.

"Where do you think you are going?" he questions as he suddenly dashes forward, a great chuckle escaping his throat. He aimed to cut her off, to let a sly and strangely playful look fall onto his thick and scarred face. He then would take to nipping at her shoulder, before making a dash over to Denali to make a quick nip at her tail. He was simply overjoyed to have Samael return, and sometimes, well...the boy did strange things, and play had to be had.