<span style="font-size: 15px">Desmond sat down, and leaned back. He would reach forward and divvy the glasses to everyone at the table. Now, with his own cup of scotch, he would glance over at the three of them and sigh softly. "Thank you. My name is Desmond, by the way. It's nice to sit down and relax." He began, taking a small sip of the drink. At this pace, he was a bit wary of punishing his liver any more. </span>