Ha!

[ His initial reaction is to laugh in his face, Mammon has had a number of years to exploit Fizz and watch him grow as a performer. Maybe he is still acclimating to this new Hell and he misunderstood. He pretends to clear out one of his ears because he is certain he is hearing shit, as he believes his mental hold on the imp to be absolute.

Nonetheless, his grip tightens on him as that rage begins to creep into the picture. ]

Once a clown, always a clown, eh, Fizzie? For a sec there, it sounded like you told me no.

[ He allows him a moment of respite once he lets go of his shoulders but it's only so he can hoist him up by his collar, his fingers managing to dig into a wing as well, and pull him forward so they're eye level. Mammon might be smiling but there is no kindness behind it, the multiple sets of glowing green eyes are even making an appearance. The longer he looks into his face, the angrier he gets, so he eventually prods at his chest with the tip of his cane. Even now his tone reflects the "doting guardian" he pretended to be at the start, a sharp contrast to the physical pain. ]

And you wouldn't do that, would ya, my boy? Not this close to the finale.