Wanda leaned into his chest with a huge grin and- though she would never admit it later- a genuinely excited and girlish squeal. It was always nice a nice victory to get what you wanted, especially when you'd been pestering someone for weeks. It had been, she decided triumphantly, only a matter of time and of course she'd never doubted for a moment that she wouldn't get her way.
The pair had been about to go pick up dinner (after several hours of slogging through an ancient tome, Wanda decided it was within her rights to demand Thai food) but she was entirely willing to put their meal aside in favor of creating a portal to hell. They could get Thai food any day, but really how often did one get to summon a demon?
"So, are we going to make one right now?" she asked, gazing up at him with her grin and a hopeful look and a pout prepared in the event that he said no.