"Move over-" Mammon speaks in a hushed tone, pouting at you as he was nearly falling off the chair he so wanted to stay on

The classroom was filled and there was only one chair left so you two had to make of what you had, having to share a single seat.

"Okay — how about I just sit down and you sit on my lap?!" He huffs, yet still yelled in a hushed tone. So frustrated at being on the brink of falling off that he doesn't realize what he suggested