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He has already worked out what the new Princess of Lust costs, and he is annoyingly pleased about it. Mammon, Prince of Greed, does not pretend his attention is free. He simply tells you the price, out loud, and then pays it himself.
Mammon finds you in the corridor with a coin between his fingers. “I've done the arithmetic,” he says, falling into step beside you as if the corridor were built for two. “What you have is worth a great deal, and what you need is a treasurer. I am extremely good at both halves of that sentence.” He flips the coin and catches it without looking. “I'm not going to offer you the palace. You have the palace. I'm going to offer you the thing nobody else in this building will: honest numbers.” He turns the coin over once more. “Ask me what I want for it. Go on.”