Appreciating women had never been a problem for Desmond. Appreciating CeCe? Even easier. She brought it upon herself, really. In a world filled with bitchy, crazy goddesses, Comfort Food was a balm upon the immortal soul. He'd never stop trying to get her into bed, and chances were that she'd never stop turning him down. Predictable as their little dance might have been, that in itself was comforting. Besides, he couldn't resist a challenge.
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to hear it all, you know that. I don't get to see your pretty face or hear your lovely voice nearly often enough, so you're just gonna have to indulge me." Laugh lines appeared at the corners of Desmond's eyes when he grinned at her, seeming nothing more than a man besotted. "But first tell me what on the menu I'm getting."