It's an unfortunate side-effect, one that hopefully won't be forever: the host's strength is drained the more the demon uses his abilities. And Peter's still so weakened, even in this place that gives certain stabilities that normal humans lack. The boy can't handle much, physically, emotionally... Paimon is an impossibly loud thing, and the boy wilts when his light shines too brightly.

It's as though Peter's body just shuts off. Everything so suddenly halts, and down he goes. Usually, the demon might drift into a sleep of his own, silencing his own spirit as much as possible so that his vessel can recharge itself. Paimon's half-dazed now, dimly aware of movement... his spirit fluttering softly when he realises Peter's somewhere softer.

Eyelids part gently, dark gaze glossy for a moment as he tries to pill himself out of the heavy lull of his exhausted vessel.

"Not Peter," he answers, for the moment not knowing if this person will even understand what that means. It's simply the honest response, mumbled sleepily.