Seeing the young man's mind go into shock, Solomon gave him some time to do a factory reset. In the meantime, Amon came back with a freshly brewed pot of tea, still steaming at the beak.
Amon, waved his hand in front of him, conjuring a table out of nothing, before setting down the golden tray he had in his hands, on which the teapot, as well as three cups, were resting.
As he poured the cups, Solomon looked at the demon with a glint of amusement. He knew Amon hated seeing people drink tea without him, but he would not stop him.
He conjured a third sofa, on which Amon sat once all three tea cups were served. Amon kept his eyes closed all this time, displaying a grace and coordination that belied the use of eyes.
The inhuman elegance he displayed was nothing short of Oscar-worthy.
