The child knows how to recognize something Not Human. He is, himself, something with one foot in this plane and one foot in something entirely other, and even so young, one develops a quick sense for these things. Well, one does, unless they want to wind up spun up in a Jorogumo's web or in bits and pieces in a Yamauba's larder.

He doesn't know Paimon for what he is, at least, but he knows him for what he isn't, and this gets a small, thin, humourless smile. How do you do, fellow human, lovely weather we're having.

He points to one bottle, his voice a slow, cold monotone.

"Onii-san is discerning. This one is for headaches," he explains. Then another. "Sore throat and coughing. And --" he points to a particular murky 'potion'. " -- joint pain."

Oddly enough, the ingredients in them are all correct. It's the preparation that leaves something to be desired.