[ His hands find those cold palms, holding onto them for support, and his dark eyes are gazing up at the being like that, while knelt on the floor. He.... understands, by now, that there are different versions of what he is. A demon. He's met them here, in this place. He'd met Lilith — Queen of Hell, familiar with another Lucifer. Not his.

But this Lucifer... addresses him with familiarity, and Paimon is floored. Perhaps he should be more wary of this, should question it more. But he is almost... childlike in his naivety, following his most recent rebirth. He doesn't know. He begins to cling onto the notion that this is his Lucifer the way he clings to his hands. If this wasn't his Lucifer, he wouldn't know him the way he clearly does... right? ]

Sam. [ He breathes out the name softly, understanding. Lucifer was...... in Sam. He was there; Paimon had felt him, not knowing exactly what he was, but.... he was there. He is in Sam. ]

He was.... given to me. By the people. [ Still dazed, he struggles for the words, eyes glinting. ] The body is supposed to be mine. Only mine. But we..... woke here, in this place. We are together. [ Confusion tightens his features. ]

I think this place has... trapped us together. Master.... are you trapped, too? In a boy? In Sam?