"Old ghost, it seems every time I visit you I see this same reaction. At some point, you have to stop being shocked, right?"
Vormec reined in his shock and grunted. "Tch, it's just you. I thought I was gonna welcome some big shot customer, but it's just a brat who came to leech."
Damien rolled his eyes. "It's too late for this kind of act. What, did you miss me so much you couldn't express yourself properly? I'm sorry, but I'm a married man. I can't accept your feelings." He said with mock sympathy coloring his face.
Damien dodged to the left, avoiding the hammer that was just forged. "Tsk tsk, even if you're angry that I rejected you, you can't just mistreat precious artifacts like this. Old ghost, I'm heartbroken seeing how low you've fallen."
Vormec's face went red in anger, but he couldn't retort at all. Seeing this, Damien grinned.