"Aren't you just full of surprises," he wryly bantered, brows raised as he took the plate. He peeled back the aluminum cover some to look at the baked goods and took in their pleasant, yet unfamiliar scent wafting up to his nose. Daimon had no idea what compelled her to come all this way to bring these to him, why she thought he deserved such a kind gesture. He pressed his lips together, eyebrows knitted together, and eventually looked up at her to say, "Thank you." He shifted his gaze between the plate and the door, then at her again, weighing the poor choice he was about to make here. For her sake, he had every reason to turn her away, to discourage this. She knew what he was, and that should have been more than enough reason for her to stay away. And yet she was here, and it was foolish, but for reasons he wasn't entirely sure of yet, Daimon didn't want to say no. He closed the door and shrugged. "I'm headed out for coffee." Clearing his throat, Daimon stepped around her, taking the plate with him. "If you want to come."