He glares, but walks the pencil over like a grown ass, reasonable... devil, actually, and extends it to be taken.

"I have no idea how old I am, but I am certainly not a teenager and if you want bitten you'll need to ask." It's just irritating and vaguely painful after as much time as he spends in low light.

He's not... getting rid of the daylight though. Recognizes Zerxus is going to need to see in order to write. And that Asmodeus will probably benefit from the focused thought involved in writing whatever down.