Unfortunately for Daimon, she couldn't just accept that. Her look hardened as he spoke, for all his sentimentality. Lovely though it was that he cared so much for her, it sounded too much to Wanda like he was simply giving up.
"Don't be absurd," she admonished him, "You're playing right into his hands. You've defied him for so long, don't change that on my account. I can take care of myself, Daimon." And it was true, wasn't it? Daimon had, perhaps unintentionally, prepared her for this. He'd taught her well, she knew how to slay demons and her mutant abilities weren't anything to scoff at. Demons like the ones who attacked them were easy to kill. Her energy shields were capable of entrapping demon lords and she also knew how to create a portal into hell to banish them into.
It wasn't as though she hadn't faced evil long before Daimon came around, anyway (she was still convinced her own father could give Daimon's a run for his money). Wanda was sure she could handle anything short of a battle with Satan himself- and that wasn't a possibility she wanted to live in fear of. Whatever would be, would be and that was the risk she was willing to accept. Her only concern now was whether or not to tell the Avengers that she was a target of Devil. Wanda was not quite so willing to risk them as she was to risk herself but explanations would be difficult. It was a decision she would have to put careful thought into.
"I'm in harms way all the time, remember?" she added in a kinder voice, "I'm an Avenger. Don't worry about protecting me, Daimon. I don't need protecting." If he was going to bend so easily to his father's will, Wanda refused to be the excuse for it. That wasn't a responsibility she could accept.