Daniel had known many looks on many different faces, all brought about because of who he was and what he inspired to be in them. Dependence was a vice, a sin, and it inspired nothing but the worst in people. Everyone had that little voice that told them what to do, what was a bad idea, what was a good and whether or not they were doing the right thing according to their own compass. Daniel tended to mute that voice and turn up the one that everyone had that said 'listen to this other person's opinion, he's older and bigger and probably knows more than me, oh I just want him to approve of what I've done!' It even worked on other demons. Granted, other demons usually had a good idea of what was happening and they could get all upset about it, but it still happened. Daniel would not even know how to function if he could not call his powers up when he wanted them. They came in very, very handy. Right now instead of having to deal with losing some money he was getting this sadly dependent girl to make him lunch and more. Why would anyone want to be an angel when they could be a demon?
Settling back against the wall, Daniel decided to just let Daisy go about making the sandwich without putting himself closer. He had already created that physical contact twice so now it was fine to just let the rest be. He was in her head, riding shotgun or possibly already making his move into the driver's seat, and it was comfortable there. Have to love these dependent beings and offer up a thanks to whoever raised them so wrong. Where was Daniel's opposite in the world to inspire that free-thinking, independent streak? There needed to be a few more of them if you asked him because yes, he really did have that high of an opinion of himself. He was amazing, good at what he did... He was also willing to offer up answers whenever Daisy asked how he liked this or that. Letting himself sit down in a chair at the table he asked for a glass of lemonade for the pitcher in the fridge and waited for it to be set in front of him. See now, this was how things were meant to be. Someone else there ready to jump when he snapped his fingers, cut his sandwich diagonally if he so asked it, pour him lemonade... he needed to keep women more often. Or steal them pre-trained from men who seemed to have at least a little tiny bit of a similarity to him and how he liked things. "Good sandwich!" Daniel approved after swallowing his first mouthful. "You're good at that. So what is it you do for a living, Daisy?" There was a joking lilt to his voice and he had leaned one elbow on the table casually, his grin a little lop-sided as he leaned in closer to her. "Assuming that you don't just go around finding places to steal from."