"Ah, yes, that was going to happen tonight. Hopefully they handle the sight of a few hollows better than they handled this," Solomon said with a snarky tone of voice. "I'm sure they'd appreciate being taught how to handle themselves by a pair who have already been together for a while. Show them what the bond between a human and demon can do, all that guff." He crossed his arms, looking at Salem while he spoke. "And I fully expect you to pay better attention this time."<br/><br/>Salem pouted, but nodded in relent. His attention span the previous night had been laughable, considering the time spent during the history lesson was gawking at random objects around him. Plus, maybe Eve could actually show off some ways to use a sword. Hers wasn't made of demon, sure, but Salem figured the basic techniques would still apply. God knows what sort of stance she'd actually use and whether it was applicable to a large, stony blade, but anything would be better than Salem's current technique of 'point the sharp end at the offender and scream.'<br/><br/>"Okay, so, what's the first lesson?" Salem asked, glancing towards the bag. "And what do we do with all that stuff?"<br/><br/>"Don't worry yourself over it. I'll do what needs to be done to fix it all up," Solomon replied. He stood, and with a wing-boosted leap, perched on Salem's shoulders.<br/><br/>"But how? It's just a bunch of jars and stuff," Salem responded. He was quite curious as to what the process would be, but Solomon wasn't in the mood to explain thousands of years worth of practice and patience.<br/><br/>"It's magic, I don't have to explain a damned thing. Now let's head out." He thwacked his hand against Salem's head, open-palmed and lightly. Not so much a hit as an urge to get him walking.