It has been thirty minutes since Zane left the tavern.
Damon watched with growing concern as Belphegor indulged in another bottle of rose wine, his demeanor growing increasingly unsteady.
"Come on, Belphegor, that's enough," Damon urged firmly, gently taking the bottle from his grasp and setting it out of reach. He was well aware of the risks their plan faced if Belphegor became too intoxicated.
Belphegor blinked blearily, his speech slurring slightly as he protested, "I'm fine, just enjoying a little celebration!"
Damon sighed, knowing he had to act swiftly to prevent further intoxication. "We've got important matters to attend to. Can't have you stumbling around," he reasoned, trying to steer Belphegor away from consuming more alcohol.
"Hah! Don't worry about me. I never get drunk even if I drank ten bottles of wine in a single sitting!" Belphegor announced proudly, taking the bottle from Damon's hand.
