Desmond didn't wait though, as she told him to. Right now the only thing that was on his mind was escape, to get away from the situation. It seemed a rather cowardly thing to do, but he couldn't trust himself with a clouded head around her. He didn't know if he could trust himself around her at all. His black duster flowing behind him lightly as he moved he could hear her calling after him but didn't pay it any heed, instead moving faster, forcing her to jog a little to catch up with him. Still, it was sooner than he had expected that he felt a hand tug at his arm and turn him around to face her, looking at him with a look that seemed to be calling out to him.
Desmond didn't meet her gaze at first, instead looking down towards the grass until she insisted that he looked at her, his eyes slowly coming up to look into her own. There was such a sadness there that she had seen the other night, a cold deadness inside of him that no fire of passion could truly thaw, reflected in the ice of those eyes as they stared into her own, watching her quietly. His face was a devoid of any smiling, his lips pursed tightly as he looked into her eyes, waiting to hear what it was that she had to say. She couldn't possibly understand the past that he had gone through, possibly understand the life of heartache that he had endured. Nor would she ever, really. Human lives, even those of most mythical creatures were far too short, and Desmond was uncertain if it was a blessing or a curse, that fact.
But it was what she said that caused his eyes to widen slightly, blinking at her, as he took them in. His head was cloudy, but not so much that he had no idea of what exactly he was doing. Just enough to dull his inhibitions a bit. And her logic there, laid out before him caused his breath to still in his chest. She was right, of course, she was not some fragile china doll that he could break simply by dropping her. He blinked a little at how clear she made this for him. He could see the emotion there in her face, he could feel it radiating from her, and though a part of him wanted to turn away from it he found himself still just staring down at her, looking at her with a quiet expression of wonder, listening to how confident she was in that moment.
He closed his eyes quietly as she continued to talk, gripping the sides of her hips lightly in order to show her that he wasn't planning on leaving her again while she was talking to him. He would not dishonor her as such. Quietly he opened his eyes to stare at her face as she finished talking, knowing that he did not have an answer for any of her questions. She of course could not understand what it was that he feared, but she also had a point, that him treating her as if she could not take the slightest affection without breaking was patronizing to her. She was strong, clearly, and had lead a life before she had met a dark and mysterious dhampir that had been just as filled with danger as he could bring her.
But what also went unspoken was the fact that Desmond had already experienced this conversation, so very many years ago, when a girl had rather roughly grabbed him by the collar and demanded to know why he thought that she was such a shrinking violet that she had no say in who it was that she wanted, and laid out the fact that he was being stupid and silly. To be called immature by someone who was only a mere fraction of your age was something of a horrific wake up call, after all, and Desmond was very glad that Raina had not done it, for it would have stung all the more to hear it twice in his lifetime.
When she tried to push away from him his hands gripped her hips, stopping her from going, looking at her for a moment, and then without so much as a word to what she said, his hands pulled her tight against him, his lips coming down to meet hers. She would feel his strong arms pull her up against his firm muscled chest as they slipped around her, one hand resting on her lower back while the other slid up to the nape of her neck, leather trailing against the nape of her neck where he'd been kissing her moments ago. It was a heated kiss that she knew he was capable of, practically seeming to come out of her dream itself. 3 centuries was a pretty long time to perfect kissing, after all...