The demon locked eyes with Shard in the stillness of time. It stopped speaking and paused, then stood up and walked over to the next table. Reaching out to grab one of the apples floating in the air, it took a bite before tossing it aside.
Turning its head to look at Shard, who had also stood up, it picked up a wooden spoon from the table. Holding the front end of the spoon, it aimed the long handle at the eye socket of the man clapping happily at the table's edge and thrust it forward.
"Wait a moment."
Shard stopped it and asked in confusion:
"Are you trying to say that if I pull any tricks on Friday, you'll deal with me this way? But I can resist your power of time; have you forgotten that?"
"No, what I'm trying to say is this."
The demon let go of the spoon, letting it hover right in front of the man's eye socket:
