Paimon follows the other's gesture around, taking in the scene before them again. He's largely been fixated on his own tasks — keeping close to Luna to assist her, or finding little areas of solitude to craft things. But now the demon takes in the work as more of a whole, what's been accomplished so far. It's really coming along.

Then his eyes return to Duty, absorbing his features with a pressing curiosity. To finally get to meet the person behind the conversation...! It's stayed with the demon king, certainly.

"I am also assisting. But my vessel..." Paimon slowly glances down to himself, drifting his fingertips down Peter's chest. "...can not handle much of my power. It makes him go away." ....Hit the ground.