Silas's grey eyes snapped towards her face as Daria spoke, his heart sinking at her tone of voice. Something was wrong; he could feel it. Could sense it on her. Although he continued to press kisses to her skin, giving her time to think. However, when she spoke again, it wasn't what he expected. It wasn't an answer. She was deflecting. She didn't trust him. Fair enough, he didn't trust himself even on a good day. Let alone, she had only known him for a few days. He wouldn't push her. That would get them nowhere. "Okay~" he hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to her throat, then her jaw, then her cheek, before pressing his lips to hers once again.