"And that part of the deal was implied. Surely an intelligent girl such as yourself understood that." He knew she did. She could pretend like she didn't all she wanted, but Zowie was nowhere near as dumb as she wanted people to think she was. That much was clear. She used that to manipulate people, to get what she wanted, but it wasn't going to work with him. At least not as well as she would like.
Lips pursed, Daniel seemed to be considering it, but there would be no real sympathy in his eyes or expression, just that same look of near indifference that he wore so well. "Very well," he sighed in conclusion, hands reaching to unbutton his jacket and shrug it off of his shoulders. "But you will wear my jacket. And you will not take it off. And when you come for our meeting tomorrow, you will return it, understood?" He quirked a brow slightly. "So it would be in your best interest to not take it off somewhere and misplace it." He then held it out for her to take.