Daphne did know exactly what she was doing, and yes, that's why she was doing it. If the two of them had to wait two weeks to see and touch each other, then the home coming had to be fantastic and she had every intention of making that happen. Though with Harry looking about as lost as a small puppy in a new home, Daphne felt a gut instinct telling her that it wasn't the best idea to continue with this. Then again, they were married and it wasn't like she would scare him away for good.
At least he wasn't blushing like a maniac. It seemed like forever before he opened his mouth to speak, though when he did, it wasn't what she had been expecting. Ready for what? Daphne furrowed her brows as she looked down at him and shrugged some.
"Bed," she answered simply, crawling off of him and finding her way beneath the covers, even with Harry's weight on top. She situated herself in there as if even this had been planned, her head resting against the pillow gently and the covers being pulled close to her. This was his punishment.