And then she mentioned that he was drunk... and that she wanted him even when she was sober, but she didn't think that he felt the same way. How could he really explain it to her so that she would understand. He realized that anything he could possibly state outloud would sound silly, the simple whinings of a man that was trying to get inside of a woman's undergarments rather than love her the proper way that he should. Somehow telling her that he lusted after her didn't seem the same and he knew that it would only hurt her to hear it, make her feel cheap. He was thankful that the wine had not gotten him so drunk that he was out of his senses enough to try to force himself upon her and not heed her words.
"I'm hurting you..." Desmond whispered lightly, "And that is truly not what I want to do..." he said as he stood up, faltering very slightly but so much so that it was hardly noticeable. Desmond was very good at keeping his balance under conditions far more severe than him simply being a bit tipsy. "I'm sorry... I should... I should go..." he whispered softly as he turned from her and started to walk away, leaving the unopened bottle of wine behind him, not really caring about it. He needed to get someplace underground, out of the sunlight where his body would force itself to sober up at a rather alarming rate. Getting drunk was foolish, he'd nearly... nearly...
Still though, if Raina wanted to catch him, she easily could. Unlike the time before he could not speed away from her, and was instead simply walking from her at a somewhat brisk pace.