It really is only with Erin that Daisy could let herself be manhandled without violent, defensive instincts kicking in. There's only a momentary flash of reflexive tension before it all fades away and she's breathing a laugh as she lets Erin haul her into the open window, grasping at the sill to steady herself.

Her head falls forward at the sharp sting of teeth and she exhales again, warm and amused, as fresh spring air tickles newly exposed skin.

Teasing, "That— that explains the windows."