Wrenched away from Daimon, Wanda glanced over her shoulder at him in surprise, but then she was thoroughly distracted by Satana. Although Satana's lasciviousness unsettled her, her body reacted naturally (whatever, it had been awhile, she was only human) and she felt an embarrassed flush in her face. Wanda tried to keep her shoulders squared and her gaze leveled with Satana's, even as her cheeks burned; she wouldn't be intimidated. This was not, she suspected, the worst thing that could happen in Hell and besides, it was simply a play to nettle Daimon, Wanda realized that much. Well, she didn't have to be a helpless pawn in Satana's game.
"I'm sorry, I missed Fashion Week. Didn't catch the latest in Underworld couture," she deadpanned, lifting an eyebrow at Satana with a cold expression, her facade of composure holding for now.