Wine glass up to his lips, Daimon paused, then slowly brought it back down. He didn't look surprised by the question, but maybe for some inexplicable reason he was a little; it wasn't the sort of thing he had expected to come up now, but truth be told, it had to be asked. It wasn't as if it hadn't crossed his mind a time or two. He waited a beat, watching the white wine swirl around in his glass until it settled again, and looked up at the woman across from him.
"Was that an option?" He leaned forward with a facetious smirk. "We spend so much time together, I don’t think I could see anyone else if I wanted to.” The curve of his lips softened and Daimon reclined back in his chair with a regard more earnest. “No, I’m not.” And he didn't want to. There was a momentary pause. “Are you?”