Desmond seemed... unimpressed. His eyes wandered back and forth between her and the whiskey in his hand. He was finished far before she was, and would gently set the glass aside, looking to her with those bright green eyes. He huffed subtly and would sort of interject her words near the very end of her sentence.<br/><br/>"So, what exactly do you need me for, if you are a goddess. I haven't done much in the way of mercenary work, and I don't very much so like to torture people myself." Her status as some goddess seemed to elude his understanding to her, as he seemed to wave it off as some sort of rambling. "Mind filling my cup up again, so long as it is free of charge, Iris?" He asked, staring up at her.<br/><br/>Desmond had a certain quality about him. A wild hunter's archetype seemed to fit him, and even his teeth seemed to work to that favor. His canine teeth were exaggerated just enough to be noticeably sharp. Vacantly, he smelled somewhat like a dog, but there was a layer of cologne to try and ward off that scent. To some extent, he did care about his appearance, although maybe it was just self defense?