He shifts in his chair. Bored. Being the king of hell was fun at times, but when he wasn't busy torturing souls or bothering the Winchesters. He was left to do, well.. nothing. Sam and Dean had already threatened to shoot him if he showed up again, and while he wasn't scared of that, he definitely didn't want to ruin a perfectly good suit.

The phone ringing made his eyes glance up, reaching forward and answering as he placed the phone to his ear. Not looking at the caller ID. "Yes?"