Magento's daughter? A look of shock splashed over his face, even as his eyes began to dim and his fangs began to retract. Evil asshole fathers... "Who would've thought?" Daimon actually allowed himself to smile, his fingers - shifting back to normalcy - gently curling around her hand. "We can add that to our list of things we have in common." A tired chuckle fluttered in his throat before he stared into her eyes, a little like a sulking puppy. "I had planned to tell you. It's not an easy thing to take in and if you have to take time to wrap your head around it, I understand...but I just want you to know that I'm nothing like my father." Pause. "Well. I'm a little like him but I won't ever become him."