"William was special. He came upon the english language at a very special time, and he was not afraid to break it in ways that few playrights are. It seems like most writers today are stuck in their language, boxed in by it being correct, or proper. William wasn't afraid to break the rules... he was the one who made the word 'Lonely' something that was widely used. 'Though I go alone, like a lonely dragon...'" Desmond smiled a bit at that, looking at Maya. It was strange that even though he did not trust her there was something at ease about that as well. Perhaps it was because he did not need to worry about protecting her that was the key to it. Something told him that Maya was more than capable of protecting herself. She didn't smell like a vampire, but she didn't smell human either. He might have been able to guess at what she was but he decided that unless she was a djinn or a demi god whatever she was was likely relatively harmless to him.
"He also knew how to throw an amazing party..." Desmond commented with a soft, knowing smile. "But I digress, you are right in the fact that time passes, and all things change. I think to be well rounded one has to have one foot firmly planted in the past to know what is classic, while the other one moves on to the future to be daring enough to try the things that have never been done before. Especially where the arts are concerned. Pushing the edge of things is the gift of an artist, and what can make them great, even if sometimes it makes them insane as well." Desmond smiled a little, somewhat genuinely, even if in the back of his mind he was waiting for the viper to uncoil herself. Then again, perhaps there was in fact just something odd about her, he had met humans that did not fit into the norm... he wondered if perhaps he was being a bit too paranoid about it. Everything else seemed so wonderfully normal, if it just wasn't for that single nagging sensation that something... something was off.
"She gave you more than that. You are a part of her, a part of her legacy. In some respect you owe her for your beauty, your wits, all of who you are. And in some respects you do not... but I would imagine that she gave you more than you give her credit for..." Desmond offered lightly, catching the little bit of bitterness in her tone at talking about her mother, and quickly decided to change the subject, making a mental note of the fact that it annoyed her in case it would be something that would be useful later. As she leaned forward he did the same, to the point where his face was only a few inches from hers as she told him about the fact that she was not afraid of the dark. "Hmmm, few people are until they realize all of the things that can lurk in the shadows." Desmond said lightly, smiling wide enough that she would be able to see his fangs. He was fairly certain that she'd seen them before, which meant she would likely have a good idea of what it was that he was.
"White chocolate mocha. It is a very interesting flavor. Just a little bit bitter, and a little bit sweet as well." He said with the slightest hint of a smile, his blue eyes making a spectacle of watching her lips upon the cup the way that she wanted him to. He would play along for a bit longer before he revealed his hand... he wanted to catch a glimpse at her cards first though, see what it was that she was hiding from him. There was a reason why she was here... an ulterior motive that he wasn't quite getting. And with all that had happened with Beth, Desmond was starting to wonder if the attacks were just as random as they had seemed, or if there was something of a pattern to them. Was she trying to get to know him to get information, or was he simply being paranoid about her, and there was a far more innocent explanation for how she acted.