As apprehensive as he was about this, it was hard not to be a little affected by Wanda's enthusiasm. It was apart of her charm, and part of why he gave into her at all, and so he smirked, his brow slightly arched. "As if you'd have it any other way," Daimon gave her a squeeze. Thai food would have to wait, he supposed, though she was clearly okay with this. Looking out ahead of them, Daimon searched for an area secluded from any nightlife, however sparse it might have been. It wasn't particularly busy around this part of town no matter what time of day or what kind of weather, but he liked to be sure; after all, hell portals weren't for everyone, and should someone catch them, he really didn't want to have to try and explain it. We're just gonna open a dimension of Hell, but don't worry, we're just practicing. Yeah, that would go so well.
"There," he pointed toward an alleyway (so convenient, weren't they?) and lead her to it. Daimon assessed the area, a small nod indicating that it was fine to begin their lesson. "First thing's first: your circle." Conjuring up a glass vial of salt, Daimon handed it to Wanda before folding his arms and fixing on her a steady gaze; since the very beginning, the protective circle was what he stressed - and continued to stress - the most, and they'd done it enough times that he didn't have to walk her through the steps anymore.