[He is definitely the most random and generic of humans, with a light brown palette on top of a dark blue palette to match the amazing deep dark anonymity of his existence...! The only thing that really makes him stand out is being a goddamn beanpole, but just now he's shrinking away from whatever Mammon thought he was just doing there.

And looking between him and that Spot on the floor. And closing his eyes.

And then opening them because he doesn't know how many snacks this heathen has brought to the table. Why.]

Whatever... you were just doing -- I'm pretty sure there isn't a person alive who wouldn't be at least a bit bothered. You're... Are you having trouble eating or something? Like the others...?

[He is entirely not sure how losing your tastebuds would lead to trying to eat cockroaches but Mammon has never entirely made sense anyway. So.]