His gaze travels over Adam's form taking in what new attire he was in. Definitely seemed fitting for the fallen man. How the fuck was he even hiding his wings? He still had them, didn't he? Lucifer sure did. Head shakes, Mammon proceeding to step closer to him, not even caring for his personal space bubble.
Yeah, it was definitely Adam, his voice just gave it away.
"Oh, I dunno, maybe cause it seems like such a long shot fer ya to even be here. Coulda sworn you'd go straight t' Lucifer after the whole ... incident." He decided to choose his words carefully for the time being. Despite Adam appearing weak, he didn't want to test him, even if he had such a growing urge to.
He especially didn't want a fucking fight breaking out while he was out in the open. The hell born would be all over that shit.
He's inching closer, leaning forward to rest his elbow upon Adam's shoulder. "Look, I'll cut ya a deal. You can stay here & I'll offer ya a room at my place. Jus' don't steal my shit, got it ? " Mammon's careful with this, not wanting to give Adam any wild ideas or anything.
Listen, just because the fallen first man was in Hell now, didn't mean he owned his ring all of a sudden. Gaze is still on his form, watching him closely. Come to think of it, looking at him in a different light —— Adam was kind of cute. KIND OF.
& Now he clears his throat, pushing that thought off to the far back burner of his mind. ... Fucking dick.
Growling under his breath, Mammon turns to leave, stopping for a moment to glance over his shoulder. "Well, are ya comin' or what ? " He asks, waiting patiently for Adam to make up his mind.
Really, he didn't care if Adam decided to ignore his offer or not.