Her argument wasn't a terrible one, Daimon couldn't deny it. Still, while she may not have been aware of all the ways that this could go wrong, he was not, and he couldn't shake the bad feeling his intuition warned him with. As they continued to walk against the wintry breeze, Daimon wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to share his warmth. He'd hate to think that he was becoming predictable, but he really was starting to relent a little. Or a lot. Under his breath he mumbled things that sounded like "difficult woman" and "going completely against my better judgement" until he drew in a deep breath and sighed, side-glancing her with a tiny scowl.