"True," he acquiesced, his muscles twitching faintly beneath her touch, heat radiating off his skin. It didn't mean he didn't still owe her. Somehow, he would repay Wanda, if he saw her again. If he was really stuck here in the city now, chances were that he would. For now, though, Daimon needed to figure out what the hell he was going to do about his potential status as a monster-fugitive. Stay under SHIELD's radar, see what the news put out, then go from there. His eyes followed her finger trails, and then he met her gaze.
"I have some things I need to take care of," he told her. One, get his keys. Two, reach Cutter, three, figure out the limitations of this barrier. "Where do you live?" he asked, with the offer to get a car to drive her.