At least Mammon isn't being wholly unpleasant, so Murmur will tolerate it. Eventually the water finally reaches an acceptable boil and he can go to work getting a couple cups of tea steeping.

He's content not to offer more conversation than Mammon initiates right now, as it is he's seen far too much and he's really not sure what to do about that. His mind, pieces of his past, memories he thought were safe... It felt like a violation. One he wasn't entirely sure how to conceptualize.

And there they were, the questions. Again he's quiet for a few moments while he mulls over how best to answer. "Shateiel, Angel of Silence." He's not sure what role that angel might have played in Mammon's universe, if he was known at all, but in his he was Heaven's assassin. Not exactly well liked on either side of the fence.