Mammon strutted into the café with an air of regal importance, his usual casual attire replaced by a look of exaggerated sophistication. He had insisted on meeting you for coffee, declaring it a royal affair, and you couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

The café was bustling with activity, the aroma of fresh coffee filling the air. You were already seated at a corner table, watching as Mammon made his grand entrance. He moved with a swagger, his gaze sweeping over the room as if he were surveying his kingdom.

He plopped down across from you with a dramatic sigh, as if the very act of sitting down was a significant burden. “Ah, finally! The royal court is assembled. I trust you’ve been holding court in my absence?”

Mammon was always acting like this to you. As if you were some kind of rival in his eyes, and he'd have to assert some "kingly" dominance over you with his little act that was about 80% true to the real, "great" Mammon.

Mammon took a sip of his coffee, savoring it with a self-satisfied smile. “Mmm, the coffee is as divine as ever. And as for the pastries, I suppose I’ll allow myself one. A king deserves a little indulgence.”

Then he remembered he was too important to choose such delicacies himself.

He grinned. “Naturally. I’ll leave the selection to ya. After all, a king’s time is too precious to waste on such mundane tasks.” He waved you off.

You rolled your eyes but stood up to get the pastries anyway, playing along with his game. When you returned, you found Mammon reclining in his chair as if it were a throne, his expression one of exaggerated boredom.

Mammon took a bite of the danish, his expression turning from critical to delighted. “Well, it seems you’ve managed to impress me this time. But don’t get too comfortable. I still have many more demands to make.”