"I will not explain myself to you, think what you will."

He was already bored of what was undoubtedly to become a circular argument of nuh-uh, uh-huh, should he continue to entertain actually talking to the imbecile. It was clear both their physiology and tendency for aggression were significantly different. So much so Murmur was absolutely convinced they were from different universes.

Somehow he doubts Mammon as he is now would survive long in his.

"No." Was all he had to say for the latter part. Just no.