Just like that, Daisy feels like she owes Siffleur ten quid if she ever sees him again. Maybe there is a certain appeal to being caught and eaten when the person threatening it attractive enough. Or maybe she's just developing new and exciting issues, but if she is, she can't find it in herself to complain.

"Alright. You eat me." Her head tilts, arms folded loosely. "Mm. On my end... not sure yet. Might have to see what I'm feeling when I catch you."

It's a playful, almost flirtatious sort of cockiness.