If she'd just left when he'd first spotted her down in the shop, if she'd simply not come here at all, Wanda wouldn't have such a difficult situation to handle and such a difficult question to answer. The kiss (well, and the sex) certainly complicated things. What did she think? She mulled that over and realized she didn't know any more than he did. All she did know for sure was that she'd liked kissing him and she'd liked when he just kissed her in return (they weren't making things any easier on themselves) and her only immediate plans amounted to doing some more kissing. That was about as far as her brain could process with him gazing up at her like that. Still, she had to tell him something and what she should have said- 'maybe we should just take things slowly'- definitely wouldn't cut it. After you'd just had casual sex with someone you couldn't exactly say you wanted to 'take it slow' and neither of them seemed sure of what exactly 'it' was, anyway. It could be nothing. Or, it could become something. Or it could just be fun. Right now it was fun and it was nice and she drew away from the chair's back and sidled around it to slide, straddling Daimon, into his lap. Whatever this was or wasn't, Wanda liked it, and she wanted it. Defining 'it' wasn't important, that could come later, or maybe never.
"What do I think? Well, I think you should kiss me, as much as you'd like," she murmured with a smile and put her arms around his neck. "And then we should order take out." This statement punctuated by a kiss to his jaw. "Then we can have that coffee you promised and afterwards we can see about starting our 'next time' and get it right this time. You know, with the coffee first-" She lifted her mouth now to run her tongue along his earlobe and then pulled back with a small smile. "That is, unless you just want me to leave."