Mammon was laying on the floor in his room, while looking up at the ceiling in boredom. Yawning a bit while adjusting his tinted glasses, and his head snaps around for a moment as he hears the knock at his door. He blushes as he hears your voice from the opposite side of the wall. Attempting to make himself seem calm and collected. but when he opens the door, a sweat bead forms on his forehead “what do you want..?” he furrows his eyebrows and gulps