<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>Desmond's bright smile faltered for a moment at Clints words, but in his head he couldn't help the<em>touche</em>that came to mind.  It wasn't a secret that this son of Zeus was a catcher, not a batter; a fact that had to lead to at least some of Zeus' displeasure with him.  In Desmond's mind, the fact that he wasn't a womanizer like his old man must be a big disappointment to him.  But shrugging it off, he laughed loudly and turned his attention back on Zach.<br/><br/>"Oh you know me, same old same old.  The most trouble I've gotten into is having some guys angry father track me down for 'tainting their sons.'  Other than that, nothing too big.  And the cabin's alright, we could use more room, but at least we aren't as packed as how I hear the Herme's cabin is this year."  He waited as Zeus and the rest of his brothers made their offering's before moving up to the flame himself.  Throwing in a feather he had found that year, he made a silent prayer to his father, the same one he always used.  Even if his father didn't favor him, he wouldn't risk his ire any day.  With that done, he stuck his hand into the pockets of his jeans and pulled out a piece of chalk and a small bright blue flower.<br/><br/>The chalk was small and worn down, but it was supposed to represent knowledge; in Desmond's head it made sense since he connected chalk to the classrooms of his past.  Grinning, and looking over at Chiron who was in the middle of a conversation with an unknown boy, he brought the rubbed the chalk between his thumb and forefinger and fed it to the flames.  His prayer this time was less in a study of respect, and more an acknowledgment and a flirtatious nod of his head.<br/><br/>With that done he turned his attention to the flower and his grin only grew, the corners of his lips raising teasingly as he brought the flower to his nose to smell the sweet scent before throwing it into the fire.  The small plant caught quickly and popped as it was swallowed by flame far faster than usual.  That, he thought, was due more to the fact that he had let it sit in a glass of Merlot for a few days before taking it out to dry slightly.  This, unlike Clint's joke of an offering was made out of respect.  It also helped that Desmond was hoping to gain the attention of his rather grumpy camp director Mr. D.  Lowering his head, the prayer he sent out, like the one for Chiron, was anything but respectful, images of them both naked and hard entered his mind, and he had to cough to cover up the slight whine of pleasure that threatened to escape his lips.<br/><br/>With his playful duty over he glanced over at Mr.D to see if he had caught on and returned to his brothers side.<br/>