"And here you are, not even enjoying the fruits of your labor," Wanda remarked to Tony, her polite smile beginning to feel strained. She'd had her gaze fixed on him and only looked away to examine how very quickly her martini glass seemed to be emptying. Wanda glanced up just in time to briefly meet Raven's gaze and, when her fingers involuntarily twitched, she finally noticed how tightly she was gripping Daimon's arm. If nothing else, Wanda had to feel grateful to him for handling himself so smoothly in a situation that, every moment, became increasingly awkward in her estimation. Daimon was proving to be an unexpected comfort. Easing her grip on his arm, she then shifted to lean her weight against him and slide an arm around his waist to give him an appreciative squeeze. It was nice that she didn't have to face this particular meeting completely alone and it was a slight relief that Tony hadn't bothered to question Daimon's profession. Wanda's new course of study might, for the moment, to remain a secret.