"Yes'm," says Asmodia, only to blush furiously a moment later. Did she just yes'm Daine? Oh, goddess. Oh, how embarrassing. She's being way too forward and she's pretty sure she's making this really weird. She compulsively straightens her tunic, wiping her sweaty palms on its fabric while she's at it, and studiously bites her lip and holds still while Daine's doing...whatever it is she's doing. "What are you doing?" she asks, curiosity overpowering bashfulness as she tries to watch Daine's hands without shifting her head. "Whatever you're doing, it tickles."