"I'll be sure to give to the grand tour," he whispered against her lips, hugging her close just a moment longer until he drew back. There was something like a boyish grin on his face, like he had something else up his sleeve. Daimon didn't usually celebrate Valentine's Day; you could count on one hand how many times he did and still have a few fingers unaccounted for. One might wonder what made this year any different and, well, it didn't have to be said again that he had himself a crush. And Wanda deserved a little celebration. Slipping an arm around her waist, he started toward a hall. "Hungry?" He asked, looking down at her fondly.