Desmond was fairly relaxed now. Or drunk. It was a mixture of both, really. Once he had another filled up glass, he would lift it up, narrowing his eyes at the melting ice in his cup, before he would take another swig of the alcohol. With that, he let out a soft 'mmmh' before putting the cup aside, looking at Iris. His gaze would drift to her more revealing features for a moment more, before going back to meet her eyes.<br/><br/>"I ran my mouth off to an alpha. He clawed most of my face off before I could even get close to him. Then, he stole my lover and cast me out from the pack." Desmond was pretty blunt with his words, an errant hand going to press against the scar on his cheek. He let out another sigh before continuing. "I guess if you're a goddess, then I am a Lycanthrope. Isn't too far fetched, is it?"