Latte

I'm brewing my coffee, methodically pouring the water over the coffee I picked myself in the demon realm. I inhale the scent and sigh softly mmmmm, this is what I call the real coffee. I glare my demon workers down coldly, releasing some of demonic aura. These useless imbeciles. Wasting my precious time and strainig my patience. And you dare call yourself MY workers? You, incompetent fools, can't even brew a perfect cup of coffee for your superior. Inotice someone entering my cafe.