[ The smile is kind, and soft, and the weird lost part of Paimon needs that. Where there's still some odd sort of hesitation, some feeling that this is strange, there's also a blossoming sensation of warmth. Paimon should perhaps take time and... think about this before agreeing to things and sharing important details, but he doesn't. He trusts this being before him, too much, too quickly. He says he is his Lucifer and Paimon believes him. Mostly because he so desperately wants to. ]

My vessel is.... weak. Very weak. He had to be made..... vulnerable. Hollow. [ Paimon frowns, looking down at himself, as though assessing Peter's body. ] But he somehow resists me, still. And the witch... I promised the witch I would not try to remove him anymore. She has love for him.

[ It doesn't mean Peter's in the clear, however. Paimon is very sure his own vessel will succumb to him over time, naturally. Because that's how it's meant to be, right? ]

My blood? [ Oh...... What an important task. The demon's nostrils flare slightly, his eyes widening. His fingers slowly find the front of Lucifer's clothing, tentatively brushing against it. The warmth in him to be given such a task swells, and perhaps feels dangerously close to something like love of his own. ] I will. I will make certain he receives my blood. I will help strengthen you.

[ This won't end badly at all. ]

Should I... stay hidden from him? Or should he know about me? [ Maybe Lucifer would prefer him to reach out to Sam, or maybe he'd rather Paimon stick to the shadows as he manipulates these things for him. ]