Desmond would send her a somewhat sideways glance, taking his drink up once more. His cheeks were tinged a light pink color, and his eyes had since dulled in their intense color. A few moments would pass and he would look at Iris with a sort of reserved expression. Sighing softly, he would put his hand on to the table and speak.<br/><br/>"What exactly is it that you do? I'm not exactly interested in flashy clothes and... whips. If you want to sit here and drink with me, that's fine. It's been too long since I've done anything like<i>that</i>with anyone in a long time." Desmond shook his head, rolling his eyes as he relaxed in his chair. A bit of a change of heart came about him, though. He would open his mouth, before closing it. Once again, he leaned forward, looking to Iris. "I'm not much of a masochist, Iris."