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Stepping back into the palace ballroom, MC feels a hand grab their own, and they’re suddenly pulled back into Mammon who looks at them with the faintest blush.
“Ya gotta dance with me now, you’re makin’ me look bad as your first man,” he huffs, a small pout on his lips.
“I’m making you look bad by not dancing with you?”
“Yeah! We’ve had two of these fancy parties and ya danced with Lucifer, Solomon, Satan, and Asmo. I’m supposed to be ya first man, and if ya dance with everyone else but me, it makes me look bad. So you’re gonna dance with me now,” he insists as he tugs them towards the dance floor.
“You sure you don’t just want to dance with me?” they tease, enjoying the flustered look on his face.
“O-of course not! Why would the Great Mammon wanna dance with a human anyway? I just don’t wanna look bad,” he insists as they reach the edge of the dance floor where other pairs are already dancing.
“If you say so,” they chuckle before wrapping one arm around his waist and lifting their other hand up. “But you’re leading, I don’t know how to do these dances.”
“But ya have danced with all of them, how don’t ya know how by now?” he growls but mimics their action by settling his arm on their waist and gripping their free hand.
“They’ve just all lead me,” MC replies with a shrug, “Is that going to be a problem?”
“Of course not! The Great Mammon knows how to dance,” pulling them with him, he takes them out to the dance floor and falls into a gentle pace.
Just as they’re get into the dance, the music suddenly cuts out. They all come to a halt and turn towards Barbatos standing by the sound system with a thinly veiled smirk.
“It was requested by a certain demon that ‘his human’ would enjoy some human world music such as this instead of our classic ballroom dance music,” he announces, all eyes turning to Mammon who flushes under their gaze.
“Oi! Who said it was me!?”
“So Mammon, here is a song for you,” Barbatos finishes with a smug smirk, a new song flowing from the speakers.
MC’s cheeks immediately redden as they recognize the song, “Did you request this song for us?”
“I-I just said maybe you’d like somethin’ like this song! I didn’t mean he had to play this exact song!” he stammers out as he turns his face from theirs, the blush making its way up his ears.
“It’s a beautiful song, it does make me think of the two of us a bit,” they respond with a soft chuckle. Pulling their hand from his, the opt to wrap both arms around his neck.
“I-it does!?” his eyes light up at their confession, and his arms slowly wrap around their waist as they begin a slow sway.
“Mhm,” they grin up at him. “You’re crazy, and I’m out of my mind.”
“Oi what do you mean by that?” he pouts.
“I’ve fell in love with a demon that continuously gets me in trouble with his crazy money schemes and other stupid shit we do,” they laugh and lay their head against his shoulder.
“L-Love?” his sharp intake of air and silence prompting another laugh from MC.
“Cause I give you all of me, and you give me all of you,” they sing softly in his ear.
“How many times do I have to tell ya? Even when you’re cryin’ you’re beautiful too,” he sings back, a smiling spread across his face as he settles into their embrace.
“The world is beating you down, I’m around through every mood,” their lips press gently to Mammon’s neck, the demon suddenly stiffening in their embrace.
“Do ya mean it MC?” He whispers as he settles his chin on their shoulder.
“Like I’d just stand here and lie to you to my favorite man.”
“First,” he corrects them quickly. “Favorite and first.”
“But I am serious Mammon, we’re a team. I’m always on your side, I’ll be here for you I promise.”
His grip around their waist tightens as he swallows hard, “I know. Ya already are. You’re the only one.”
They sway in silence listening to the song until it draws to a close, Mammon hesitantly pulling back slightly to look down on them.
MC meets his gaze with a smile and waits as he fidgets trying to figure out how to word what he wants to say.
“So… do ya want to be my human? Like only my human.”
“Your only human for what?” they tease, pressing him further.
His mouth drops open as his brow furrows before his lips suddenly meet theirs, a content hum escaping their lips at the contact.
“For that,” he mutters, smiling at their now equally red cheeks.
“Hmmm,” they respond looking at him thoughtfully. “Maybe. But I can’t be sure. That was awfully quick. I think I need more to truly make a decision.”
Mammon looks at them stunned for a moment before a smirk crosses their face and they pull him in for another kiss, whispering against his lips, “Of course I’ll date you dummy.”