Daphne tilted her head to the side, biting on her bottom lip as she contemplating his question. Italy was out of the question (she didn't exactly have the best memories there). "I haven't been to France in ages," she said finally as her answer, giving him a wink.
She smiled at him as his fingers slid over hers, and she found she felt suddenly content despite her growing anxiety.
Daphne chuckled softly at his smirk before leaning forward to press her lips against it. "If you say so," she said as she pulled back again, grinning. It would be nice to lose herself in him, to forget that anything had ever gone wrong.