"Then, I shall grace you with my presence!" Arandir spoke in a thick, British accent. His designer suit fluttered as his dwarf-like body hovered in the air. With a cigarette tucked between his index and middle finger, the dokkaebi tapped his cane on the imaginary ground.
The air beneath his feet contorted, materializing into a concrete-like substance. The substance morphed into the shape of stairs that led to the ground. Arandir revealed a mesmerizing smile while calmly walking down the stairs using his cane.
His cane soon disappeared, and the dokkaebi used his right hand to support his top hat due to the wind. "Halt your disrespect this instant!" Arandir shouted, pointing his cigarette towards Eve, who had an expression of amusement on her face.