Daisy winces a bit at that. Well, fuck. She hadn't meant to do that. Her words taste like copper in her mouth and she fixes him with an apologetic grimace.

"John, I—" she says, and forces herself to say the rest. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant it in the... casual, playful, 'oh look you're an aloof arsehole' way, not in the... 'oh look we're both weirdo monsters' way. Not that that sounds better, now I say it out loud..."

She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, muttering to herself about needing a fucking drink.