Shimour stared down at the figure of Eiro as he stood there in the form of a common imp, practically indistinguishable from any other. Whether it was his appearance, the structure of his body, or even the amount of magic he carried inside of him; this was truly a Lesser Imp in every single way, excluding the mind. After all, that mind still belonged to Eiro.
"That's... what you used to look like, or something?" Shimour tried to clarify, and the demon quickly nodded his head. He wanted to try and avoid speaking as much as he could, since his own voice was disgustingly rough and grating to him, but he still had to explain things one way or another.
"Yes. As I said, this is my body from when I was born. Specifically, it is equal to when all of my physical stats were '10'," he said, "I figured this would be a good point. Weak enough to get you a clear view of my techniques, but not too weak to jeopardize said techniques."