He responded with a simple huff, figuring it just wasn't worth the expended energy to let the other know exactly how much he did not, in fact, miss his constant badgering. Really, as far as that went, it really hadn't been that long since the last time he'd seen the Prince. Clashing time lines had a tendency to do that, even if Mammon was unaware of said clashing for the moment.
At that lifting, though, he gave the smallest groan of irritation, not liking all that squeezing at all. He was small and squished easy, Bel should know that by now. There was a slight wriggling to loosen himself, which turned to tiny fists hitting at the other's side once he'd been tucked under the one arm.
"If you're going to do it this way, you might as well not carry me at all. It's uncomfortable and I hate it."