She feels Daisy slowing and doesn't rush her, instead making a choice to tilt her head back. Exposing the soft, vulnerable parts of her neck, the unguarded places. Trusting her, deliberately, and yielding control without a fight.

The passion and the desire is there, but Daisy doesn't need her to fight back, to rip each other bloody. She needs something that is not the Slaughter. Something to say, you're here now, and to let her bask in it.