[ Is that going okay? It's a funny question, void of any real humour. Especially now they're both aware of what really killed Robby's dad, or who was a part of it. He inhales slowly, thinking of his reply, the mirthless one rather obvious. But: ]

I don't know. I haven't spoken to Paimon since I found out what I thought Peter did--he could be mad. [ ... ] He could get mad if I keep it up. He's a demon.

[ The tone of his point is as clear as the point itself: he's unpredictable. Robby has his own ideas and those he got from Luna before, but he's not going to speak confidently. He's not going to speak with much of all but the weariness following his previous exchange.

But he's not so numb as to not figure why Mister LaRusso is asking, his flittering gaze landing back on the man, even if it won't stick. ]

He hasn't hurt me. He could. He's got...that kind of temperament some kids have. Where he has outbursts, and he needs rules. Stuff can set him off--he needs help calming down.

[ Robby knows none of this would make Mister LaRusso happy to hear. But he doesn't want to lie or hold back, act like there isn't any risk. Maybe it's his mood now after everything: of people holding back, keeping shit. Paimon wasn't his secret to share, but it doesn't mean he's going to hold back from the truth.

And while Robby doesn't want to say it right now, none of it is useless information. Because it's not, he could've hurt me.

Just like it isn't Peter was a friend. ]