Daemon can appreciate a willingness to play the fucking game. There's altogether too much flinching going on for his tastes. He does not ask for enthusiasm-- even his bloodlust has its limits-- but this is a competition. Be a good sport.

(He was never much of an ass man, but a prize is a prize. He looks.)

"You've already made a good start." Because he's not speaking to a relative, there's something like enthusiasm in his voice. "I'm curious to see where you'll go from here."