It was a relief that Daimon could so easily ask the question that Wanda couldn't even form. Her answer was an immediate and unequivocal, "Yes." It took some effort not to hurl the question right back at him, but she could only hope that Daimon wanted the same thing she did, or else he wouldn't have continued the subject.
Rising to stand, Wanda moved around the table to his side with a self-conscious smile as she bent down to press her lips to his. The kiss that proceeded the first was more fervent and those that followed were charged with a kind of reckless abandon she hadn't shown since their first lustful encounter that strange night in his shop. Her passion now, rather than misery, was born of elation. In the next few moments Wanda slid into Daimon's lap, the remains of their meal forgotten.