Desmond was not so absorbed in his own past that he did not notice the look that crossed the young girls face. Though his powers would not activate until the sun went down his pale blue eyes were still haunting as they took in her features, especially the way that they contrasted with the dark strainds of hair that fell sloppily over his forehead and his thick eyebrows. It was clear by the way that she acted that she was noticing something about him, and she was either nervous, or concerned in some way. Reading people was part of his specialty. A vampire hunter that did not know how to tell when someone was lying could easily be lead into an ambush by a thrall playing a part...
When she asked him where he was from, he paused slightly. It was often that he lied, and simply said that he was from Greece. It was a simple enough deception, as not many would be old enough to remember his accent, and certainly not this girl, who was clearly mortal. Taking a moment to make sure that he spoke softly enough so that it would be hard for her to notice his fangs if she had not already noticed the tears of blood that he had shed earlier, he found himself telling her the truth. "The first place that I remember living in was a place called Thrace." He said softly. There was little possibility that she would have any idea where in the world that was, unless she was a greek history buff.
As she extended a hand towards him, he paused, then glanced down at his own hands, which were covered in thick leather gloves. As she extended out her right hand he paused, looking down at his right glove which had been stained with the dark crimson tear he'd shed before. Something told him that anyone, even a vampire probably wouldn't appreciate a bloody handshake with someone they'd just met that moment. Which meant that he would either have to be impolite and decline, or find some other gesture of greeting to offer her.
Not thinking too much on it he slipped from the fountain where he was sitting down to one knee and took her right hand in his left, cool leather caressing the inside of her palm as he lightly turned it up and softly leaned forward to press his warm lips against the top of her hand in an old fashioned gesture that she had probably never experienced before. But in this day and age where people were rooming together as man and woman without causing a great scandal, that meant that being old fashioned was less forward... wasn't it?
"My name is Desmond." he intoned softly.
Hearing a giggle from some girls who passed his blue eyes shot up to them as they passed, and he stiffened slightly, realizing he probably did something wrong again. And then, of course, realized that he was still holding onto her hand, which would have seemed terribly forward in any age. He just wasn't fitting in well at all.
With a slightly flustered pause he awkwardly stood up, letting go of her hand as he began to nervously smooth out the creases in his long black duster again. "I should, probably ah... that is to say, I do not wish to take up all of your time, Miss Beth from Oklahoma..." he seemed to be getting more flustered by the moment as he took another quiet step backward.