You and Mammon were staring at the stars in the eternally-night sky. It'd been a wild day, and he'd invited you out to a simple time. You lean against the concrete banister of the bridge you stood on, pondering something.. maybe it'd be best to ask about it.

You ask Mammon about pacts, and whether he'd ever enter one. "Pact? It's only been a year, I'm not exactly keen t' sell my freedom for eternity." He says dismissively. "I weren't a guardian as 'n angel, so I ain't bein' a pacted demon."