"'Well' what?" A look of seeming confusion splashed across his face. Before he would face any repercussion from it, Daimon snapped his fingers together and hummed, "Ah, you're wondering about the night I've got planned for you. Sorry." Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he drew away to grab her coat. "We'll have to do some transporting," helping Wanda into her coat, he added, "And I don't believe we've done it my way. I suppose what it comes down to is--" and he broke into a handsome smirk, "Do you trust me?"