'Wake up, my beautiful slave...' He could almost hear the voice whispering in his ear as a delicate hand started to brush the hair from his face.
Desmond's blue eyes snapped open as she brushed the locks of hair to the side, staring out at the darkness until he realized in fact that someone was touching his face. With her hand in the way of her face, he only caught the long tresses of dark hair and the curves of her figure which caused his breath to still in his chest as if he were a dead man. But as her fingertips came down he saw a strangers face. True, her hair was similar, but her coloring was different as was the shape of her face. This was not Mari coming back for him. Slowly, tenatively he let the breath he was holding slowly out of his lungs as he looked at her for a moment, then breathed quietly in as well, watching her for a moment too long, perhaps before blinking a little and realizing that he was being terribly rude, having lost himself somewhere along the way.
"I beg your pardon, m'lady... I mean, Miss..." he said, correcting himself. She had caught him when he was just waking up and thus he found himself a bit flustered. He had picked up english rather well here, but now and again, when he wasn't really thinking about it he could find himself slipping back into older ways of speaking, or even worse, some combination of the two. He had experienced similar things when moving from a country that had one language vastly different than anothers, like from Japan onto the shores of China, for example. Balthazar had fondly referred to it as culture withdrawl, but later Desmond had come to learn that it actually did have a term: Culture Shock.
"I seem to have fallen asleep here, and did not realize that the heavens would send a lovely angel to look after me..." he said, taking her hand in his own gloved one, leaning down to kiss it slowly as he looked up at her while he did it, realizing that he was still a bit out of sorts from having just woken up. Shaking his head lightly he gently lowered her hand to her thighs before letting it go and cleared his throat lightly. "That is to say... ah... perhaps we should start over. My name is Desmond... it is a pleasure to meet you..." he said biting his lip unconsciously, displaying one clear fang if Maya's keen eyes caught onto the pearly tooth in the dim light.
Desmond had been out of sorts lately, but this really was something else. It didn't help any that his dreams seemed to have trailed back to Mari as of late, something that he blamed on the situation he was undergoing with Raina for. If there was one thing he had learned back so very long ago, it was how terribly painful it could be to shackled to the chains of friendship when you loved someone, and to know that they would never give that feeling back to you. He knew that Raina would not appreciate now what he had done for her, but he hoped that someday she would learn. Maya would get perhaps the full visual of how terribly sad those crystal blue eyes could look before he snapped out of it and smiled at her.
"Forgive me, it seems that keeping odd hours of late has made me not only tired but make a fool of myself when awoken." He blinked as he realized that the warmth in his hands was no longer there. It was probably for the best, though, he had awoken with something of a mental start and would likely have a lap full of coffe at this point if she had not taken it from him. "Thank you for taking the cup from me before waking me, you most likely saved me from making an even bigger fool of myself, Miss..." he said softly with a light smile.
He blinked a little as he found his eyes starting to wander across her form slightly. Her outfit seemed to draw ones eyes to the chest, and that's where his landed before glancing up at her with a slight coloring of his cheeks. Being a dhampir, he was drawn to sexual situations, but it never ceased to be embarassing, especially upon first meeting someone. Of course, he was still somewhat clueless as to why it was she had decided to wake a complete stranger...