<span style="font-size: 15px">Desmond noticed the flash of her eye, and tensed up a little bit. The sight seemed so perfectly unnatural, put together with that smile. He would quickly avert his gaze, gazing around the bar and trying to gauge what she had seen. He would even sniff at the air. His scent was better than most, but only worked particularly well when he was in his beast form. The main thought in his mind was gratitude to his own impulses that he had remained sober, for the most part. </span>