The prince hummed, wrapping his arms around the baby and hefting him up, much without the other's volition because who cared? He was royalty and therefore, could do what he wanted. Maybe he was squeezing a little too tightly but surely, it had been so long that he forgot just how sensitive Mammon was, or maybe he wasn't. He really didn't care.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
He replied offhand, carrying Mammon under his arm like one would a football, or those silly Americans would anyways, and already turning and strolling towards the door, blonde locks flopping over his face but failing to hide that wicked grin of his.