( Rarely has Paimon seen such a reaction to concepts of punishment and prolonged pain. Apart from Darth Maul, most that Paimon know in this place would flinch away from such things.

But here, it is met with a reaction that turns physical, the young man shuddering as though the spark of it is a thrill that travels through his skin. Paimon is intrigued, especially by the request. To share his restoration of balance with another... Perhaps this is what things are like back in his home world, with his fellow demons. He was always meant to have companions. )

I shall. ( The words may be few, but there's a weight to them, a severity; he does not break his agreements.

Paimon glances down to his hand at the gentle brush of contact, giving a thoughtful hum at the words. He doesn't mind such questions; in fact, he likes them, the attention given to him, as a being that thrives on such things. )

My true form..... I am not certain how to describe it. I do not think most are capable of seeing it. ( It's something beyond a certain type of perception; on Earth's plane, he can only be perceived as what is essentially light, by those his spirit has touched upon. )

However, there are forms I enjoy taking, and I fashion them for myself. Humans have depicted them over time. ( He's frequently drawn in grimoires and other books in the same type of way. But Paimon pauses, as a thought comes. Rather than attempt to explain, there's an easier option. )

I could... show you. In here. ( A hand lifts, fingertips lightly grazing Dito's forehead. ) If you would like.