Truth is, part of Daryl wonders the same thing, particularly since that business in the hallway. He's not sure he'd be able to tell the difference, if she meant it; but then, if she were willing to ask she'd probably be willing to prove it. At any rate this moment isn't the right one for that. If he's looking for a distraction, that's not the one he wants.

He leans a little, putting an arm further back to steady himself, not quite comfortable enough to sprawl across her bed because it is a little bit weird, even if it's not as weird as maybe it could be.

"You wanna play Go Fish?" he asks, amused and a little dubious, almost smiling. Not quite, but almost.