( Peter gives a soft nod at Lucille's words. It's.... so strange to think that he's reached a point where he and the demon are willing to work with one another. They still have quite a long way to go with that, but... it's not an impossible thought. Not the way it used to be.

The boy pauses, before slowly looking up at her, making direct eye contact. He's not sure if it's a fully conscious thing or not, but he feels like it's important that he let Paimon look at Lucille as she's talking. Because she's right, he can hear her, and the demon certainly holds Lucille's words to a certain importance. If she directs him or guides him... he'll listen.

...So both of them are going to get Mommed a little bit, here. For a moment, Peter's eyes seem oddly blacker, the pupils swelling out a bit as the demon stirs beneath them. But unlike Paimon's usual tendency to become fretful and violent when moving up from Peter, this time the demon's calm. Just... listening. It might be hard to tell he's even there at all, except for the way Peter's head tilts in that strange birdlike way, dark eyes unblinking. )

I understand. I wish to help my vessel become stronger. So that we can help my witch. ( The demon seems thoughtful, words slow. )

This place is... different from the Deer town. I think we can be better, here.