[Oh, yes, he's had quite a number of obedient followers stagger or slip to the ground in his presence (demons are such foul little creatures, but their loyalty and wonder is at least a little endearing). Paimon, of course, is a very special sort of being — much more capable. He holds his hands out, palms up, a calming aura around him.]

I am, yes. I'm here, Paimon.

I could sense you within the boy — at that store. I had to see for myself just who you were... and I am not disappointed. How did you come to be here? In a town such as this — in a vessel such as yours?