"Just peen?" Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps he's cutting back." The idea that Damon might watch this conversation at some point on the network didn't bother her; it was in good fun and anyway, not something she wouldn't say to Damon's face. She teased. It was what she did.
She rolled her shoulders in an easy shrug, watching Monsieur's progress across her stomach. "I can get another one, if I have the need. And who knows, the way things have been lately, perhaps he'll be back." It had been a bit of a disappointment to find him gone one day, having put a lot of work into him, but Daphne chose not to focus on it. She was still here, and she had to stay on top of her game. "Sure," she agreed, repositioning the snake around her neck as she stood.