Peter couldn't lie even if he wanted to. He can't suppress the visible reaction, the fear to it. The Devil... the entity, the concept, all of it, terrifies him. Everything about it.

And as much as it terrifies him, something in him is drawn to it. Paimon is meant to be with The Devil. Longs to return to his side.

"Yeah." It comes out sounding much younger than his true age, and for a moment he feels like a little kid. Dark eyes sweep down to stare at his hands, unable to look up at this stranger and whatever he truly might be.

"Back home, in my world... I didn't think things like him really existed. I was wrong."