( Paimon's dark eyes flit to the dragon, the demon's slow movements suddenly abruptly sharper and quicker — looking down to the little creature that makes its appearance, attaching itself to its owner. He's staring there in interest for a long moment before the question comes, and it is one he's been asked before, though it's perpetually difficult to truly answer.

The last time he was asked that question, he showed his reply more than told. Cast a trick, illusion, ("hallucination", anyone familiar with that term would use), upon the person so that they would see a projection into their mind. A projection of light-like movement, imperceptible colours, cacophonous sounds. It would not hurt to see, simply an illusion, although perhaps that glittering loudness would give the impression that seeing his true form would be painful to witness. )

My true form.... can not be... grasped. It is not.... corporeal.

( There are forms he presents himself as, so that humans can more easily perceive him — and that's often how they depict him in their books. But as for his true form.... it can't really be known. He would offer to show this stranger a vague illusion of such a thing, but Paimon does have his own cautions. )

Humans may describe it as..... light. Lights. ( Multiple. There's an almost-smile again as he tips his head to the man. ) Do your demons.... ever change forms?