"Is it weird that I kind of liked her?" Desmond said with a small scoff on his own behalf. Shaking his head, he would bring his glass to his lips and sink another drink. "You're fine, but yeah. Should I still call you Iris?" Something about him seemed to call out his exhaustion. Even just turning in to a beast meant that he would be entirely drained. In more intense fights, he must have passed out afterwards. Of course, he was quite drunk and already pretty tired. Lazily, his hand would reach over and pat the little girl on the head. "This place is weird." He slurred lightly.