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Solomon nodded, "Of course." He blocked everyone from seeing the watch appear on the table. He glanced over to see if the waitress was coming, thankfully she wasn't. With a sadistic grin, he looked back to Holden, a bit of telekinesis wrapped around Holden's lower body, a tendril trailing gently on his inner thigh. "You should not dare me Holden." He winked.