<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>Desmond, well, he wasn't making that much progress.  He felt his senses tangle out around him, not that 'senses' was the correct term really.  But from experience he knew that he had at least managed to call forth a thin veil of mist.  But when he started to try and shape it, well...it all just fell flat.  Calling the mist wasn't the hard part, although it had been hard for him to learn, but it was when he started to try to make the tiny whisps do more than just hover there that he hit a brick wall.<br/><br/>The sound of a familiar voice taunting him and he suppressed the smile that threatened to break out.  Sure his words where mocking, and he had to be all kinds of weird, but he liked it more than he should.  And to be perfectly honest, the councilor was right, the talent he had inherited from daddy dearest was really wasted on him.<br/><br/>"Ahhh, maybe your right."  Raising his arms he stretched out, the bottom of his shirt raising slightly to reveal the tanned flesh of his muscled stomach.  "I'm not really all that good at this mist thing yet, but I will be."  He left off the eventually, knowing that it was implied.  Standing, one of his eye brows raised inquiringly.<br/><br/>"Last night you where acting funny, care to share what climbed up your bum?"  It took a lot of self control not to laugh at his words, not only was he sorta, kinda, taunting the man, but he had also inadvertently made his question a double entendre.   Thinking about last night brought the image/fantasy to the forefront of his mind, and this time he did grin.  What he wouldn't give to see the man in front of him out of that shirt, well out of everything actually.<br/><br/>As if knowing he where treading a thin line, the grin left, replaced by a more subdued look.  "I should rephrase that question, I apologize if it came out disrespectful.  It's just that you looked rather flustered at the table, and I was wondering if there was anything wrong."  His concern was well enough sincere, even knowing the cause of the man's odd behavior last night.