"You want another car?" Mammon asked, smiling as he brushed some of your hair out of your face. "Or perhaps, an apartment?" His gaze falls to your neck as he gently lifts the pendant on the diamond necklace he bought you. Ironic as it is, despite being the avatar of greed, Mammon loves spoiling you.

You're beautiful, his muse, his purpose. Mammon worships you, and even if you technically aren't dating, you're his. Of course he'd want to spoil you whenever he could.