He fixed a wary gaze on Wanda at first. He hadn't expected her to stick around after that, let alone willingly mend him. But he let her, if only because he was curious about this Avenger. He stared attentively at her, feeling each cut patch themselves up by her efforts until there was nothing more to repair. "It's what you do..." Daimon trailed off, smirking down at her. "I respect that."
Drawing back, Daimon paced around, only briefly eying the area where the portal entrance had been before turning back around, now wearing a clean button down and a fresh pair of black jeans. Magic. "But I insist. I want to repay you." He paused, rolling up his sleeves and allowing a low chuckle to pass his lips. "I used your mirror to snare a demon. The least I could do is replace it."
His hands slipped into his pockets as he took a careful step forward. "And your overall kindness shouldn't go disregarded. You deserve more than just a thank you, don't you think?"