Daemon had opened his mouth to ask more, ask what Saetan meant, that of course there was something wrong with Jaenelle, when he felt fingers ruffle his hair and a familiar voice come from over his shoulder.

Slightly surprised - and bewildered by her disjointed words once again - he glanced over at her, but didn't have a chance to reply to her astounding statements before she was off again, leaving him alone with Saetan once more.

He stared after her, expression a mix of amusement and bafflement, then chuckled, shaking his head. "At least there was no pasta involved," he remarked dryly, recalling what she'd dumped over her 'father's' head at an earlier meal. She'd caught him by surprise, after all.

Devious little witch.