Somehow there was much less appeal in Amakusa as a puppy if he would open his mouth and say those lame kind of things - even if it was actually mentally rather than him saying it, that laugh was enough to already make her feel embarassed over actually petting him earlier like he had been some kind of real puppy. But the embarassment soon settled for some second-hand embarassment instead when she saw Mammon sitting there on Amakusa's back, basically riding her boyfriend. And asking her to join in too.

Freud would have a field trip with this kind of situation, she couldn't help but think.

"I'm not going to ride him, Mammon." At least she managed to get that out with the most flat and monotonous tone she had been able to muster up in a while, and she glared slightly at the two before turning on her heels to walk up the stairs instead.

"I'm tired of all of this. Just let me nap already."