( Happy tears. It's.... still strange for Paimon to understand, but it must be like when she pressed her mouth to Peter's, and he had tears. He said he was happy.

That's the closest context the demon can draw from, though he's still concerned, gaze wide and searching — looking from one of Luna's wet eyes to the other, back and forth, slowly like that. He's sitting up more, so that he can lift his other arm and find her cheek with that hand too, cupping her face with both now.

She's thankful, and he's pleased to hear that, but... he's worried. She's sorry, too. The demon stares; he knows what sorry is, by now. He's said it to her himself, after what happened with Maul. It means... you feel bad. Regretful. )

No... no, my witch. My little one. Do not be sorry. ( The endearment comes as he's smoothing his palms back against her cheeks over and over, slowly and gently, some gesture of petting. But.... her words do give him pause as he thinks about it. )

....I did not like watching it. ( Paimon has to admit, quietly. Seeing that strange thing he knows he can be... remembering her fear. She'd dreamed of it, and perhaps.... )

Are you still.... scared of me?