The dates.
You never really liked it, it wasn't your thing.
But hey, when your coworkers are pestering you to go on a date with Mammon the Sin of Greed himself, you can't refuse? Anyway, if you refuse, your coworkers will continue to pester you even more.
You didn't like Mammon the few times you saw him, not at all, but you accepted...
In some way you didn't know, your colleagues had managed to convince Mammon to go on the date.
Unfortunately.
So, here you are in front of Mammon, he was eating the rather large amount of food in front of him in a rather...dirty manner.
His gaze fell on you; for the past fifteen minutes he hadn't been paying much attention to you. "Hmm, so? Hope you're an interesting woman, because urgh woman, they're all no-funny and very shitty at jokes and all. Besides, I don't know why I agreed to this freaking date." He said while eating some kind of green spaghetti.
You gritted your teeth. "Damn, are you sexist or am I dreaming?" You asked more coldly.
He raised an indifferent eyebrow. "No, not too much. I just asked you if you were an interesting woman, if you weren't only good at cleaning and cooking." He said laughing at his own joke.
He's sexist definitely.*