Agitated by all of the sudden attention, the demon tried to get its bearings, taking a step backwards and away from the stairs. "I'll not need your help, Madame," it said, addressing the woman with the foreign accent. "I've managed on my own for..." A pause. I have become forgetful. "...a while. I can sit down on my own."
The being housed inside Fox's body made the legs walk, and the ungainly form edged past the well-dressed lady and onto the first step leading down. Perhaps if it could find its own way out of the house, it could leave this place forever. To be free of the mirror was one thing; the demon wanted to be free of the larger confines of the abode itself now.
Through the apprentice's eyes, the demon began to navigate its way down the stairs, grasping the bannister for safety's sake. Humans were fragile, breakable. A fall would not do at all.
On the fifth step, the otherworldly being spotted the priest on his way up, and the hair on the back of its host neck prickled a warning. A holy man, here? The borrowed mouth drew tight as dark eyes narrowed to near-slits. A flash of unnatural blue came and went. "Priest," the thing whispered, tthen raised an arm as if in self-defense. "Don't let him near me!"