[Despite being a demon, Lucille is unafraid of Paimon. She has never been afraid of him, although she supposes she ought to be. Fear would be a 'normal' human response to an ancient being such as he, but Lucille has never been normal. She has always enjoyed his company and has always felt understood by him. And she already knows what that says about her. She's darkness like he is, but she accepted that fact a long time ago when she'd been much younger than Peter is now.

She notices the way his eyes appear to darken, sees the ways he inclines his head, and fails to blink. And the subtle shift in his demeanor tells her she's speaking to Paimon now.]

Thank you for helping him, dearest Paimon. It is important to me that you learn from each other. Strength for knowledge, knowledge for strength.

[She knows Paimon treasures knowledge and learning. She also knows he can gain that knowledge from his vessel.]

I think you can too. This world does not wish to destroy us, as Deerington did. We can thrive, if we wish.