"I still would disagree about a mastermind. If anything he was perhaps an unsuspecting genius. He did not seem to have full grasp of the way that he wove the words, but I would agree there has not been one since who has been able to weave them in quite the same fashion since. I do not think William grasped the complexity of the words that he spoke but rather reveled in the simplicity of them. Being one who was degraded for his standing I think it was important to him to bring real, honest plays to the people rather than leaving them solely for the elite. He was, after all, a far better marketing genius than he was a playright." Desmond said with a light hint of a smile, remembering a few things.
"Oh? And what other things are you so talented with?" Desmond said. That little tidbit was a bit too juicy for him to let go on a whim. He was a bit genuinely curious about that one, but something told him that he was not likely to get a very clear answer out of her. It had taken some decision but he had finally decided that there was something she was hiding. His gut told him that much and over the years, his gut had proven to be the one thing that very rarely lead him astray when it came to people. It was more likely the times that he didn't listen to it that he found himself getting into trouble. He wasn't about to make this one of those times.
"I suppose you may be right, though I would like to believe otherwise..." Desmond said, listening closely to the beat of her heart as she said that. That clenched that particular detail for him. There was nothing sad or wistful about her body language, it was delivered with all of the skill and precision of one who was used to being on the stage. He wondered if perhaps the fact that she had experience in drama wasn't a complete fabrication for as well as she was delivering the lines. Then again, it could simply be that she had spent so much time lying that it had become something of a second nature to her. Desmond had not taken any acting classes before he'd become a master at playing another role, it was simply something that came with the territory, playing dumb when you wanted to be unsuspected, playing the wise man when you wanted to distract.
"I find that hard to believe..." Desmond said without a hint of the deadpanned honesty that echoed in his mind. She was playing innocent, he was more than certain now. No woman as beautiful as she was would not have men falling all over her, especially given how well traveled she had been. In a small farm town maybe something like that was possible, but in a city? There was not a chance of it. He smiled a little broader, wondering if perhaps she was used to dealing with incompetents. This cast a shadow of a doubt on her true motivations being related to him in the context of who he was. Perhaps she was after either what it was that he was, as vampire or dhampir blood was still something that was considered medicinal, or perhaps for something more basic. Trying to steal from a dhampir was risky, but not unheard of, after all... perhaps she was just a pick pocket, clean and simple.