"To be fair, my lover, at the time, was horrid. I was too blind to know, though. I'm kind of glad she was taken from me. The scar is my way to remember that life is strange." Desmond moved his hand from his cheek back to the table. Then, as she began to explain that she had some clothes, he couldn't help but look at her current outfit a little longingly.<br/><br/>"So, you were talking about Sadism a little bit ago, yeah? What exactly is it that you do? The private thing/stuff." He said, now opening up as his mind was already a little addled by the alcohol. Still, he seemed pretty interested. "Like BDSM or something of that sort?"