Writing in his journal. Moving on from Bill Cipher and starting on a whole new collection for this stronger being writing for another demon. He never understood the nickname, "Silver Fox". It'd take some time from him. As he researched what could be the meaning behind it.

On the urge to sleep, Hands cramping. He finally found the meaning. Reading it. He blushed nervous. Hand moving down to clutch his pearls as he hides his face in his other hand.

"... Jesus Christ... That risky demon." He hissed out between his teeth. Before looking around from his chair. Questioning where this demon should be. Without his knowledge.

You're right above on the railing. Admiring down below at him as he got flustered over such a name.