Tonight clearly was not the night to come to any profound conclusion and Daimon was fine with that. They didn't have to think about it right now. Wanda was obviously on to something much better anyway and who was he to go against it? A quiet purr rumbled in his throat and he shivered, his hands finding her hips to pull her closer. If he could have it his way, Daimon surely would've said the hell with takeout and coffee and taken her again right there. It was tempting, incredibly tempting, especially after her last statement, which really wasn't an option.
To prove that he was entirely against the thought, Daimon wrapped an arm around her waist and held her firmly against him, using his free hand to slide up her spine and past her shoulders to get tangled up in her hair again. With gentle insistence, he tipped her head back just enough to expose the beautiful curve of her neck whilst keeping her in place. Slowly, he marked a trail up the curve, lips just barely grazing the surface but not kissing, until Daimon reached her mouth, a wicked grin forming against his own as he paused there for a teasing moment and then drew back without further contact and stood up, setting her back on her feet.
"About that takeout," he smirked smugly as he started towards the kitchen. "I think I'm in the mood for Mexican."