He glanced down at her with a tall man's smirk before ordering a plain old beer for himself. He was occasionally old fashioned in tastes. Mostly with clothing and liquor. His jester like nature and usually stoic expression was probably what most spurred others to wonder what he was thinking. He played everything rather close to the vest if it was of a serious nature whatsoever; he was, most purposely, a guarded man.
"Darling you know I can't keep up with you. I'm just an old fogey." Which wasn't necessarily true. He might have been older than he looked, but 'fogey' was not an apt description for the demon at all. "As far as something planned.. nothing, at the moment. Just the usual hen-drama with the rest of you." He wouldn't elaborate. It wasn't usual for him to dispel information about the girls to one another. If one of his girls had made it clear that what she told him was confidential, he would generally keep it that way.
Generally. He arched an eyebrow, looking down at her. "Be careful who you do decide to start trouble with, though. You're rather valuable."