Daimon repeated the gesture for extra measure and teased, "Better hope he didn't hear you say that. Demons are very prideful, you know." It showed in his eyes when she'd said it, in the smirk that had been so vague just moments before. He'd only wanted to see how she'd react, and in a way was glad for her skepticism; though she'd taken it in stride, he was a demon, and that wasn't something he'd wanted to share. She was better off not knowing the grim details of his lineage. "Anyway." He took another cookie and cleared his throat, getting back to the better part of the conversation. "These are great, Wanda."