"Oh no, I'm sure you've got a whole speech ready," Daimon jeered. Asmodeus, blinded by his arrogance. His plain disregard for Wanda showed that he still thought Hellstorm was the only person he had to fear. Good. The corner of his mouth turned up in smirk for the Scarlet Witch. She had a strong edge here. The control. Until she was ready to make her move, Daimon would keep the demon stewing in his misguidance.
"So?" He taunted, fangs bared in an insufferable grin. "Tell me how're going to win this, sycophant."