Re: ~Daimon
"I thought she was," she answered faintly, feeling another strange moment of dejavu, like the one she'd experienced walking down into the restaurant with Raven. She'd seen blood like this before, but it had belonged to one of her father's favorites, a mutant shapeshifter. Her eyes narrowed. It wasn't possible. That was a ridiculous conclusion to jump to based on, what, a stain of strange blood on a napkin? Surely there was some reasonable explanation, she'd just find some opportunity to ask Tony about it privately and clear this up. The evening was awkward enough without openly accusing Tony's girlfriend of being a mutant terrorist.
Wanda shook her head and returned the napkin to Raven's chair, turning a somewhat distracted smile on Daimon. "Anyway, sweetheart, I think it might be a bad idea to melt Tony's mouth shut," she teased, "A lot of people like his mouth. He likes his mouth. It might be a bit rude."