Daine is looking at her like she just grew another head (or another neck-thing; she seems really fixated on the neck-thing). Asmodia crosses her arms across her belly, ripping her own torso tightly as her tail lashes from side to side, accidentally smacking Biscuit. "I mean --!" she says, turning the brightest, deepest red yet. Oh gods. Oh goddesses. Daine doesn't like her like that, because of course she doesn't like her like that, what is she thinking, she's way too old for this precious human girl and also way, way too awkward and demonic --

She's about to blurt out the most unconvincing haha, fooled you of all time when Daine...takes her up on it. Asmodia's heart flutters and her mouth stretches into a giddy grin as Biscuit stalks moodily out of range of her tail. "Really?!" she asks, then coughs loudly as she forces herself to at least try to sound a little calmer, though she can't keep herself from fidgeting and reaching up to shove a stray lock of hair between her ear and her horn. "Uh, I mean -- yeah! Yeah, that'd be great! The roof is really nice, I do, um, my morning...stuff up there."