"It's a fucking sky, mate, what do you want from me? An autograph? If you're looking for donations, go find Oz. He's got a hard-on for charity cases." Funny, because Mammon is currently leaning against Valentino like he's a pole, unbothered by the fact that said pole just spoke to him. He's a skinny little fuck; anyone would make the same mistake.

Wait, shit.

"Unless you're selling Girl Scout cookies. Love the cookies, hate the kids. If you got a way to cut out the middleman, I'm all ears." Dismissively, he glances over at him as if impatiently waiting to see why he is being bothered right now. Just give him the cookies and fuck off already.