('Very good' is a worthy praise in itself; 'perfect' is next-level. The demon's a bit stunned to hear it, but in his quiet way — unmoving, unblinking, only staring. He can feel his spirit prickling, however, little reminders of what he truly is up underneath. Praise is important to it.
Emboldened, Paimon continues to follow K around like an oversized duckling, hovering never too far away while the android dishes out portions of the food, dark eyes locked onto each movement with curiosity. Then he's moving to sit down, slow and purposeful, but it only serves to betray that none of this is very natural for him, perhaps: spine too-straight, eyes too focused. He may know what it is to set a table, but he's rarely the one actually eating the food, tending to flicker away while his vessel and witch eat and chat with one another.
And so, to K's question, the demon's head slowly turns to look at him— )
Not many. I do not like to eat. ( What a thing to admit after someone's just prepared dinner..... but it isn't because of the type of food itself, or anything of that sort. It's... in general; eating is strange, foreign, unnatural for what he is beneath Peter. )
However... I know that my host body must have... nourishment. ( The demon dips his head slightly as though in gesture of a nod, and slowly reaches for a spring roll first; those seem to have really grabbed his attention.... He holds it up very close to his nose, and gives an inhale. While he's doing that, he asks— )
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Emboldened, Paimon continues to follow K around like an oversized duckling, hovering never too far away while the android dishes out portions of the food, dark eyes locked onto each movement with curiosity. Then he's moving to sit down, slow and purposeful, but it only serves to betray that none of this is very natural for him, perhaps: spine too-straight, eyes too focused. He may know what it is to set a table, but he's rarely the one actually eating the food, tending to flicker away while his vessel and witch eat and chat with one another.
And so, to K's question, the demon's head slowly turns to look at him— )
Not many. I do not like to eat. ( What a thing to admit after someone's just prepared dinner..... but it isn't because of the type of food itself, or anything of that sort. It's... in general; eating is strange, foreign, unnatural for what he is beneath Peter. )
However... I know that my host body must have... nourishment. ( The demon dips his head slightly as though in gesture of a nod, and slowly reaches for a spring roll first; those seem to have really grabbed his attention.... He holds it up very close to his nose, and gives an inhale. While he's doing that, he asks— )
What is your favourite?