( Paimon has met many things in this place — things like himself, things unlike himself. Nothing that is exactly the same. They are mysteries to unravel, and whatever strange energy belongs to this man, the demon is progressively more and more intrigued by. Really, he wouldn't want an exchange of teeth and claws with something he has yet to discover the truths of, or with a potential Connection to be made.

And so he almost seems to smile (again, the gesture never really becomes anything that could be considered an actual smile, but the corners of his mouth do twitch.) )

Yes. It would seem there is no cause for a.... brawl.

( He takes the word, a little unfamiliar to him but now something he absorbs into his vocabulary. No, there is no need for anything of that sort, so long as both of them uphold their stances. (Is there still a tension in the air? Something strained taut; an understanding as long as neither of them gives the other reason to get... nasty? Probably! Are people continuing to give this table a wide berth? Definitely!) )

So the movement of the Universe has led us to meet.... ( Paimon hums, a little brighter again. It's.... definitely just a chance encounter, but not to the goetic entity who operates on a level that fully involves energy making things happen for a purpose. Paimon thinks this was Meant to happen.... )

You did not immediately recognise me as a demon, however. Do I not look like the demons of your world?