[Dito shivers, and this time it's not because of the cold. A pleased, self-indulgent smile is on his face now, as if Paimon had talked about a fun gathering or an entertaining play he had seen once.]

Oh, I have no doubt that you'd take your time. Make sure you let me know if that ever happens, yeah? I love a good display of karma.

[He shifts a bit, adjusting his hands in front of the fire as the heat begins to get uncomfortable. One of his fingers brushes the back of the demon's-- his vessel's-- hand, and Dito's expression doesn't give away whether or not it was accidental.]

What do you look like under there, by the way? When you're not wearing a "vessel", I mean. I'm assuming you have some sort of form of your own-- that's how possessions typically tend to go in my world.