Daphne didn't think that Cleon was a ball of fluff. None of them were. It was why they were all family and dealt with each other. Because they understood the weakness in weakness and didn't accept it readily. But she smiled anyway at Astoria. "Yeah. Sure. Sure he is," she said, her smile morphing into a smirk at her words. She shook her head. "No, you weren't, Stori. But it's okay," she said with a smile. It was a fond smile - a real smile. "And I am the black sheep. Don't take that away from me! Here you are, trying to take away my place as the black sheep, the homewrecker, and the slut. They are mine! Mine!" She grinned at her, having no shame. "And who doesn't love free alcohol? Crazy people, that's who!" She smirked. "Did I say you're worthy? I don't remember saying you were worthy."