Mammon's words were sharp, "Stay down!" He didn't want Caim up until they had this settled.
Caim would be able to feel his whole body heating. The table would begin to rattle. The chairs would follow. Caim's breath would tighten. Caim would frozen. Mammon was controlling the vital life force, his blood that ran in every vein, artery, muscle, including his heart, every last vessel in Caim's body was now his. Mammon's eyes were anything but friendly. "Did I hear you say 60 percent? I just want to be sure I heard you right?"
Then Mammon constricted the blood enough to force the muscles in Caim's neck to nod a yes.
"That's what I thought."
The air went back to normal. The chair popped back into place. Then he hopped back in his swivel chair and started to spin again. "When do we get to start this game brother?" He was grinning like a child again as if nothing had transpired.