Patsy tilted her head, her cheeks burning, and watched Daimon walk away. That look in his eyes, the words that he'd said, it was all going to haunt her for a few more days to come. And despite not wanting to, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty for not remembering a man that she'd ever even met.

And then a thought crossed her mind. The Son of Satan is in love with me. Me! Little old Patsy Walker from Centerville. How awesome-slash-horrifying is that? Cheese and crackers!