[ Paimon can't exactly understand this just yet, but the type of demon he is was never meant to battle for dominance against his vessel's spirit. The spirit was supposed to already have been removed.... or weakened so much that it was mere seconds away from fizzling away forever. But they'd woken in this place, and somehow the dream world had... kept Peter alive. Healed him enough to exist again, perhaps, and keep both of them here in this body.

But he listens to Lucifer's words, and nods severely. A fussy body. Peter doesn't provide much of a challenge on a normal day; it's relatively easy to silence him when he needs to. But clearly, Lucifer has more struggle within Sam Winchester. And so Paimon will do what he can to help him... ]

I can. I can do this.

[ His eyes glisten strangely as Lucifer takes his hand and squeezes it, warns him about the Winchesters, tries to protect him from them. He's so good, so kind, Paimon thinks. Of course his master would be. ]

.....Though I am very weak, Master. [ He glances back down again, a little fretful. He knows he's still such a broken thing. It may take him some time to accomplish this task, to sort out how to do it in a way that his own vessel doesn't find out. He will also need to observe Sam Winchester for awhile, note his patterns and who lives with him and what times he's alone. He will have to be very careful. Very cunning. Fortunately, he is a demon of knowledge and wisdom, not of combat. He can devise clever plans, use them that way, and such a task may help him reclaim that part of himself. ]

But I will grow stronger. I will not fail you.

[ A pause, as his wide eyes search the other's. ] Can I still.... speak to you? Like this? [ Even if he has to lay low for awhile and be careful around Sam. There's still so much he wants to discuss with Lucifer, so much to ask him. ]