Wanda had rather enjoyed the light flirtation with Demon thus far. It was so rare that she was the focus of attention, and really, he seemed harmless and decidedly charming. Something changed in the air, however, right before Thorn grabbed his brother's arm that made her welcome this unexpected intervention.
There was just something... unsettling about the way Demon's gaze traveled between her and Thorn. She felt her spine straighten even as she could not quite manage to meet his eyes. She focused on her hands instead, busy playing with the loose folds of her skirt.
The sound of Thorn's voice finally brought her head up, an uncertain expression hovering over her features. She glanced out of the corner of her eyes at him, watching the interplay of emotions against his face intently. Had he overreacted, she wondered, or was she more indebted to him for the sudden, impromptu rescue than she knew? Demon's next words cut off this thoughtful musing, attracting her attention which had previously been focused so intensely on his brother.
“I doubt any of my family would be interested,” she replied coolly, eyebrows raised fractionally, the time of finding him rather charming long having past. “But by all means, perhaps you should mention the notion to my father directly. I would be very interested in seeing his reaction.”