"Ah, Lady; how galant of you", commented Gabriel, apparently not miding the title at all; she even seemed to like it. Truth was, the archangel was probably one of the friendliest celetial beings of Heaven, taking in count her job was to communicate with others, so her usual aproach to nearly everyone was an informal, cheery way. The archanagel hel Run's hand, allowing the cloud to lift her. She could fly by herself, but it would be rude of her to negate Ao's display of courtesy. "Shall we go, then?"
Michael drunk slowly, taking his time to taste the tea. "Wonderful", sentenced at last, giving an approving nod at Sun. "But I've grown very fond of the tea made by with the mortal's technique; you need to gather the proper herbs, boil the water, and maybe add sweetness to it. And even then, I remember making several dreadful brevages while learning." The seraph smiled, remembering his first experiments with tea. However, he quickly became formal and serious again, his whole attention on Sun Wukong. "As much as I'm enjoying you prescense, it would be better if others would show for the peace talks."
Somewhere with lava, not really that far from Lucifer and Co.
The figure lifted it's head, a human-like shape being defined against a rising ave of lava. He was close, apparently. However, it's interest didn't last long, and the figure was soon after staring at the depts of the volcano.