Up until the point in her prowl where their bodies touched, Daimon wore an uncompromising look, melted away by the spellbinding brush of her lips. A deal? He drew away when she did, hands loose on her hips. Listening with interest, Daimon considered her proposal, head cocked and eyes briefly up at the ceiling. "Fifteen hundred words, MLA format, at least one outside source." With an ever growing smirk, he pulled her back against him, her chin gently caught between his fingers as he kissed her cheek. "Agreed?" He couldn't help but chuckle.