Wouldn't that be helpful. "Magic in my hands, remember." Daimon waved his fingers, then pushed himself off the wall. "It's out of your coat too. One less question you'll have to deal with if your brother asks you how your day went." A low chuckle fluttered in his throat as he shook his head and slowly paced the room, rounding back to the woman who'd saved him. He raked his fingers through his hair, then dropped to to his side as he stared earnestly at her. She was right, it had been a very trying day. A strange one, too. He offered her the best smile a tired demon could give. "Thanks for getting me out of there, Wanda. Most people wouldn't have spared a dying man in an alleyway a second glance."