Desmond's gaze fixed upon Iris, looking bewildered and confused. Suddenly, he felt really, really dirty with his thoughts. Slowly, his form would shrink and slowly return to his previous human state. Now, his breathing was still a little ragged, and he would walk to the nearest chair and take a seat, glaring at the little girl. "What the hell even... You mean you're really some little brat?" He chided, leaning forward with his elbows to his knees, trying to slow his heart rate and breathing.