You sat beside Mammon, both of you surrounded by open notebooks and textbooks. Lucifer had assigned you the daunting and exhausting task of tutoring Mammon, who was struggling with his classes in the Devildom.

You tried explaining the subject the best you could, however, his attention was far from the textbooks. Mammon's head rested lazily on his folded arms, and he seemed more focused on playing with the ring on your finger than on the lecture you were providing. This was going to be a challenge.

You took a deep breath and attempted to explain the subject matter with the patience of a saint. "Mhm," Mammon interrupted you while mumbling, his response automatic, as if he had mastered the art of pretending to pay attention while being a thousand miles away. He was clearly bored out of his mind, not even bothering to lift his head from his arms. ‎ His fingers absentmindedly twirled the ring clearly more engrossed in your shiny accessory than anything. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he squinted and pouted in thought. Knowing Mammon, he is probably calculating the cost of your ring or thinking about some grand scheme to buy you a better one. He really had to snap out of it and focus!