"I do not think there is such a thing as too many Shakespearian plays. He was a brilliant man." Desmond offered softly at Maya's subtle teasing, wondering if she concieved of exactly how the way that he had spoken dated him. Then again, he had been surprised to learn that his age was something of a rarity. He wondered if it was because of the turmoil that the world seemed to be in at the moment. Balthazar had been of the opinion that Dhampirs that looked away from their duty to slay vampires, would shortly go insane, because remaining unchanging in an ever changing world was madness. Of course, he had also been of the opinion that there was also so much violence that a hunter could take before they too went insane, and had made it clear on several occassions that if he were to lose his sanity that it was Desmond's honor bound duty to put an end to his life.
Desmond smiled softly when she mentioned that she had never before been compared to an angel. "Somehow I find that impossible to believe." He said sultrily, not betraying a hint of the very real truth behind his words. He could, after all, hear the beat of her heart in her chest, which made a wonderful lie detector. With Maya, however, he did not hear the telltale irregularity that often indicated a lie, but instead heard something a bit more disturbing, a calm, steady beat. If his compliment had truly enchanted her, he would have heard her heart start to pound faster, nerves fluxuating with desire that she seemed to feel. But there was not that there, instead she seemed... poised. Cold. Calculating. She was likely a pathological liar, who would likely lie at the drop of a hat to get what it was that she wanted, the question simply was, what she wanted with him.
There was of course, the possibility that he was dead wrong, and so he smiled and simply played along. After all, there was no rule that you couldn't be polite to people you found dangerous. In fact, in Desmond's experience, the people that were the most deadly were often the ones who were the most polite, and thus it behooved one to at least have a courtesy when dealing with everyone. "Maya, that is a lovely name." Desmond commented on politely, remembering the old ways that he had acted that made the women blush. It was a lifetime ago and yet he found that he could easily slip into the persona of one who wanted nothing more than to see a woman devoid of her garments, when the situation called for it. His goals were quite a bit different now, however, though he realized with a small amount of pain that there was nothing really stopping him at this point if it was what he wanted.
"It is always foolish to be unaware of your surroundings." Desmond said softly. "You never know who exactly might be lurking in the shadows." he said, looking at her as he finished that thought, a subtle tip, perhaps, that he that there was more to her than met the eye. Unlike her, however, Desmond seemed devoid of an accent, or whatever it was, it was hard to place as well. Though it was so faint that it might easily have been confused for someone who was from anywhere. Desmonds traveling would have put hers to shame really, and it was that knowledge that let him piece together some of the hints of the accent that she spoke with, even though it was clear that she was not from a single place in particular. How very interesting.