Aaaaand fade to black, then-
It was sometime later when Wanda searched the the floor for another article of her clothing and pulled it on, avoiding meeting Daimon's gaze for the moment. For all that the time with Daimon had been distracting and delightful and everything else she might have hoped, she was now starting to feel awkward. What exactly was she supposed to do now? She glanced at the front door and then finally turned to Daimon, running her fingers through her hair.
"Well," she began uncertainly and glanced around, trying to figure out where she'd dropped her purse. It had to be somewhere between the front door and the desk in the back room. She busied herself with this task to continue avoiding discussion about what they'd just done and tried to decide if she felt remotely ashamed of herself. Honestly, she didn't. For all that things seemed a bit weird now, it was still somewhat comforting to learn that she wasn't particularly embarrassed by having desperate sex on a desk in the back room of an occult shop. She couldn't help chuckling to herself at that thought and, still smiling, she added aloud to him- "Thanks."