Taking up her own pair of drinks Wanda nodded politely, both at Raven's update on her bird's vocal prowess and the suggestion that they do this again. Despite Raven's apparent warmth, Wanda still couldn't shake her persistent feeling of dislike. She had no intention of doing this again if she could help it. She took a drink from her own glass, following Raven's lead, and then moved back amongst the tables to return to the roof.
"I'm sure they're getting on splendidly," she remarked and offered a wry smile of her own. It was probably too much to hope to assume that- unable to behave himself with the ladies present- he'd manage to behave himself when they were gone. At least she could count on Daimon to keep his cool. His demon half probably thrived on the unpleasantness of an awkward situation.