'Desmond' was far used to layout of each Hub in Cardiff (far more Three's than Four's). After it's little conversation with it's host he felt as if it was time to take action in the world now, at least now that it had created a silent treaty with Torchwood that had still yet to discover the creature's existence lurking deep in the man who provided information about whispers of aliens and what not. Something 'Desmond' was ace at finding it seemed. Quietly he made it as though the stuff he was working on was 'important'. Cattle muliations were nothing but people being idiots. Abuctions coming a close second to these whispers from humans who believed their were lifeforms out there.
They were right and beautifully so. They just never got that what they thought were spaceships was not the only way their aliens came to the world. No. The Rift, things people would think such folly and lies existed in the world. The green eyed man circled around the back of the Harkness-wannabe. His brow arching just a tiny bit as the man inquired what his purpose of being there was. Oh, that was rich. Especially with the lack of individual scent coming off of him. He wasn't human. He didn't give off his own smell. That made a somewhat curiously, amused smile cross his lips as he leaned in a bit and canted his head to the side for a moment. "I am...sort of. Informant. And you?" 'Desmond' watched him keenly, studying him for a moment as Adrian rolled his eyes in the back of his head.
Is it like this with every man you see? Addie sighed a tiny bit, usually he would swear by him being called 'heterosexual' though with Desmond all that changed. Everything was everywhere. Fits of passion turned into make out sessions with complete strangers in alleys. Desmond smirked, amused at his utter disgust in his voice. The parasite still focusing on the contures of the other man's body. Shaped finely and appealing to the eyes. He would have to praise someone for him sooner or later.