The smarmy, self-satisfied smirk on her face was one that seemed to only infuriate Ter all the more, which meant that Daphne was laying it on extra thick as she threw him a cheeky little wave as she made her way out of the bar with her handsome stranger. This had been delayed more than long enough by now, and she was beyond ready to finally be pushed up against whatever surface the gentleman-- almost to the point of annoyance-- by her side decided to choose.
"A walk home, huh? Funny... I don't remember living anywhere near here."