Belphegor drawled irritably, feeling the tug at his hair and he rolled his head forward, making it harder for Mammon to get a stronger grip, even if it did hurt his scalp but he was a prince and that didn't bother him. Still, if the baby didn't stop being a brat, he'd have to be punished.
"Pppfff."
He snorted, before continuing.
"You're better off with the prince, Chibi. All you would do is sit there and count your imaginary money anyways."
Not like he was much better. Just laying in his room and sleeping most of the time. Sloth, indeed. But at least, he had the excuse of being royalty and amazing.