Belphegor could feel Mammon start to wriggle in his grip and like all good princes, took to ignoring the other's irritation and discomfort. It was funny, feeling him squirm, especially with how tiny the other was, and -- oh look, he was hitting him now. That was even funnier. Bel shifted his grip, and moving Mammon onto his head and holding him there by gripping his feet tightly, just in case he felt the need to actually move on his own.
"Stop complaining."
The prince drawled, walking down the hallway with those boots thumping loudly. "Or I'll slit your throat."
Obligatory unnecessary threat but that was how he was.
"Besides, consider yourself special that the prince is going out of his way to help you, Chibi."