[?????? Not that nipple piercings are at all unusual in Hell, but. Hm. Satan wasn't expecting that. Thankfully he pulls away just as soon as notices them, so Wriothesley doesn't have to get too worked up, but. Satan's tucking that away for later.

Once he's stopped scowling, that is. Even if he's being humoured, hands full, the idea of pushing someone onto Mammon is enough to put him in a temporarily foul mood. Foul enough for his teeth to crunch against each other, even.]

I'm not pushing you to do shit. You said later, and I'll do it later. I'm just saying that you two like teasing people, so if you guys gang up on me I'll be real pissed off. [Huff. Does He Know

...But the explanation of why Wriothesley avoids eye contact makes sense, in its own way; that human shame and embarrassment at play, to be sure, or maybe something else? Either way, he's not going to bore into the poor guy with his glowing red (pointlessly red in this case) eyes, so Satan just squeezes his hand and

huffs again]

Haaaa? If you go touching a devil's horns, they're gonna cum from 'em. Knowing that, you still wanna touch mine out here?