Daken stiffens as the soles of his shoes scrape backward ever so slightly against the pavement and his slight smirk turns wicked, genuinely surprised and impressed.

"Now, that is something," He practically purrs and slowly raises his hands, open palms toward Erik in a display of lazy surrender, the claws sliding back down. "When did you pick up that little trick?

[[ooc ~ mind if daken starts attempting to use pheromones? he'd be aiming to make erik feel nice and confident, maybe even overly confident.]]