( Paimon isn't familiar with the term "willowy milksop", but he gets the point well enough. Dito is, once again, irritated by the idea of being seen as less than — as weak. It's understandable, but the demon never assumed as much, and responds with his usual even-toned honesty. )

I do not think you are weak.

( —And tacks on that perhaps eerie, alien tendency to notice everything. )

I observed you flinch from the cold. Before, and then now. It is not weakness. You feel sensations in your body because you are one with it.

( A pause. )

It is something I believe I envy.