That was when things got a little weird, at least for poor Yamato. Ideo simply held out his free hand, as if expecting Amon to take it or something of the sort. Instead, the demon flashed, warped and twisted, it's energies leaving the circle and banding itself to the teen's hand. Upon closer inspection, it seemed the demon had taken the form of a ring of some kind.

Ideo flexed his hand gently as the energies calmed down, looking at the simple band now adorning his glove. The ring was made from a material like that of a black scrying mirror, it seemed, with a small, clear reflective stone in the middle.

"...thank you." He was a bit woozy, and his hand felt prickly from the familiar touch of the demon, but the smile on his face was calm and genuine.