It didn't quite go like he'd imagined it would - but Daimon had been aware of the million other ways that this could've possibly panned out and this was alright. His pride might have suffered a little - wait, where is she going? - but he could deal with it, and so he started after her, his coat reappearing over his tall form. But the closer he got, the more disappointed he somehow became (would she say anything about it?), however unapologetic he was for kissing her in the first place. Not that he cared to admit it, but this actually might sit with him for a while; after all, rejection was rejection, and it had been a while.
With a deep intake of air, Daimon took heed of her question, and a different kind of flame in his eyes might have dimmed a little when he forced a smile and murmured, "Sure." After that, he remained silently beside her as they walked down that empty sidewalk, hands shoved deep in his pockets, not even feeling all that hungry anymore.