Women...astounding creatures, weren't they? So subtle with their actions and glances and yet...so incredibly blatant at the same time. The tension couldn't get any thicker between the two, he thought. Or maybe it could, if they stood there long enough. Daimon cast a quick glance down at his arm when she released it, the feeling of her firm grip lingering moments thereafter. Still, he seemed unaffected by the ever growing awkwardness settling within the group, welcoming Wanda's embrace by wrapping an arm around her to draw her in closer and craning his head to deliberately brush his lips over her temple, his way of encouraging her to relax. "A shame," Daimon accompanied Wanda's statement, a light smirk on his face as he lifted his own martini glass up to his lips.