His head raises and his eyes meet yours that almost glare back at him. “Huh? Are ya done studyin’?” He asks with his brow raised in question at the suddenness of your study coming to an end so soon.

Your nose scrunches in annoyance and if it were any other situation he would’ve pulled out his D.D.D and snapped a quick photo to keep to himself, but you clearly weren’t in the mood for his jokes or pranks. “I can’t study with your counting, Mammon.”

He grins at you, testing your very thin patience. “I can’t count with your writin’.” He shoots back with a playful glint in his eyes that you normally would’ve smiled and rolled your eyes at him.

He takes your frustration into thought when you dare to stomp on his feet and he curls in on himself from where he sits on the couch before laughing at your upset face. “Alright, alright. Why don’t ya let The Great Mammon take ya out for a ride?”

Your eyes almost sparkle at the question and he takes that subtle reaction as a yes as he stands up and casually walks towards his car. “Ya comin’ or what, human?”

A night drive was something you definitely needed considering how much more relaxed you were now with a content smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Mammon could only hope it was too dark outside for you to notice his stare and goofy smile as he took you out for a joyride around Devildom at such a late hour.

You’ve completely disregarded studying and sighed as you leaned back in the seat of Mammon’s car, turning and smiling at him who after locking eyes with you directs his focus back to the road as if he wasn’t just staring at you dreamily.

“Y’know,” You sigh, leaning over and staring out the open window at the dark sky. “You might be a pain in the ass most times,”

“But…?” He drags out expecting you to add on with something positive to say about him but you only snicker at him. “Oh c’mon! I’m the best, how dare ya call me a pain in the ass!”

His furrowed brows raise at the sound of your giggle and his heart skips a beat when your hand brushes against his forearm. You’re really gonna kill him one day with these acts.

“Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You say playfully, poking at his very warm cheek and you could just tell he was blushing wildly right now and it made your chest feel fuzzy with warmth. “Seriously though, thank you for driving me around tonight.”

He mumbles at your words, a pout on his face as his fingers grip into the stirring wheel. “Ya better be grateful! No one else is gonna take you ridin’ around except for me!” He says it like it’s a statement and you don’t object, instead opting to hum in agreement with him and resting your hand over his that has been very slowly inching closer to your thigh.