Desmond quietly waited for some semblance of noise to indicate if the roomate he was dreading was even here. Maybe it would wind up being easier if she wasn't. If that was the case, he could just be waiting for her when she came home, sitting on the couch approachably. Or some such thing like that. But then, if she came home after dark he would be long locked in his room and certainly wouldn't want her wrondering why the door was suddenly locked. Thoughts whirling, he strained to listen through the ambient noise to the sounds of the house itself. This would be one time that his vampire powers would come in handy, but there was already light streaming through the windows.
He listened for the sound of shifting in the room, but heard nothing coming from either of the rooms, though he could hear water running. He wondered momentarily if she might be in the shower. If that was the case, then he certainly wanted to vacate himself to the entry way of the premesis, so that she would not potentially come out in a state of undress. Just the idea of it was enough to cause his cheeks to heat slightly, and he didn't even know the girl. Swallowing, he had started to turn around when he heard the softest terrified squeak, along with the sound of a hand slapping over a mouth.
Growling a little he whirled, black duster fanning out around him as he stared at the bathroom door with such intensity that he might have been staring through it, a hardened look taking over his face. The time that he came from, such noises were rarely good things, and rape was less talked about then as it was in this century, and thus a more common, if not more horrific crime. Having dealt with more than a few lowlifes in his day, Desmond knew the best thing to do was to startle them, it would immediately stop any such actions they might be performing, and give him an opportune chance to kick in the door and save his roommate from an unpleasant experience.
"Dannika!" he called out as he started to head towards the door. "Are you alright?" he sounded like a concerned friend, but as he approached the door it suddenly swung open, an angry darker skinned woman emerging from it, holding a towel at the ready to attack him. Desmond's head spun a little for his misconception, but he took it in stride, having naturally good reflexes, even without powers. Backpeddalling almost instantly, he held up his hands in a sign of the fact that he wasn't going to do anything to hurt her, taking a few long strides back towards the living room area with his hands still held sky high.
"Right... not in trouble then." he said, partially to himself. "I'm Desmond... your roommate... The school should have sent word about me... at least they told me that they did." His mussed dark hair hanging down would make him seem alluring at least. After all, if you were going to have someone break into your room, it didn't hurt things any to have it be a tall, dark, sexy half-vampire. Raising his eyebrows, he waited for her reaction, slowly lowering his gloved hands to his sides, not realizing that the fact that he was wearing black leather gloves might seem extra suspicious. After all, he'd missed the whole OJ trial bit.
Pausing, he couldn't help but ask a follow up question, raising an eyebrow at her weapon of choice. "And, pardon me if I seem rude but.... a towel? Really?" he said. After all, it WAS a little insulting to insinuate that she might be able to disable him, a man who had centuries of combat experience, with a towel.