A good conversationalist...? Really? ( Peter seems visibly surprised (and a bit disturbed) by the thought. Granted, he's not spoken much to the demon himself.... ) He wasn't just..... hissing at you the whole time?

( There's a little wrinkle of the nose when Dito says he makes a good enough host, Peter unable to suppress the kneejerk reaction to that. )

I guess that's the problem.... if I wasn't the right host or whatever, I'd be free of this shit. ( A rough sigh and a shove of his palm up into his hair, the boy exhaling. )

There was this fucking.... cult. Apparently they'd been trying to put him in the right host for years and years. They wore me down before I really knew what was going on, sacrificed me to him, and here I am. Vessel to some big-wig demon king. Apparently his master is literal Satan too, so. ( Peter's eyebrows shoot up. Fuck his life, honestly. )