heat of the night {open}

A M U N I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Smiling faintly, there was something dark lurking in Amun's eyes. "I remember." Chuckling at Oliver's comment about growing his business, the potter shrugged. "Just gotta learn how to sweet talk the people who come by, no matter what the reason is." There was something amused and maybe a bit wicked in his voice. Sighing, he lowered the metal ball. "It's an upgrade that will let me redirect and move metal around me. Should keep me safe from swords and maybe even arrows, that sort of thing." Cocking his head to one side, he gave the other man a curious look. "You going to help or not?"