<span style="font-size: 15px">Desmond would walk with confidence, noting that she was at the bar. He leaned against it, standing there as he ordered. "Yeah, I'm back. I think I might stay sober for the night though. Had a hell of a morning today." He gave a soft chuckle, feeling as though he'd already run out of topics, slightly panicking. "How have you been, Iris?" He asked. Her label of fear seemed not to affect his confidence at all. </span>