Oh god... Amakusa had a feeling that Mammon was about to blow his cover. The furniture all knew each other, so of course Mammmon would know that little rule that furniture can speak with their master through their mind. He didn't want to give up this little game just yet, so he stared at Mammon- and if he was human, a smug grin would be on his face to hide what he was really feeling.

Mammon on the other hand, huffed and flipped some locks of hair over her shoulder. "I'm sorry but- you're literally dating a dog," Mammon paused and floated over to where Amakusa was. After a moment, the stake sat upon the wolf's shoulder, crossing her legs.

"Isn't that right Amakusa...? You're just a big bad wolf, not actual furniture. There's no way you can stand up to us sisters~!" she giggled at her own jeer and refused to leave from her spot.