Desmond's eyes eagerly watched Dannika as he waited for what suggestion that she might have for him. His guard was down, and uncharacteristically so, because of the way that Dannika had acted when he had first come in. She'd pratically tried to attack him with a towel! So the thought that within moments she might suddenly be closing the distance between him in a shy but intensely alluring manner didn't ever enter into his mind, considering that she was wearing her protective medallion. Or so he had thought.
When she stepped a little closer, he slowly tilted his head to the side. He took a light step back in case she wanted to get around him, but he found that she closed the distance all the same. Desmond's eyes started to wind a little as she did so, opening his mouth to say something as he felt her fingertips slide against his collar bone and up around his shoulders. Perhaps she was simply giving him a hug? That was not something that was too uncommon, depending on the culture. And if this twenty-first century meant that men and women could co-habitate under the same roof, well, perhaps it meant that hugging had become a more common expression too, even if it was someone that you had just met.
But, even as she did it, he could feel her fingertips slipping up tantalizingly along the back of his neck into his messy hair. His mouth opened a little at the action, and he forgot to close it, his fangs biting into his lower lip a little as a shiver ran down his back and back up again, causing a little tremble to come from him as he felt his skin alive with goosebumps. Freshly showered, she smelled... amazingly good, he realized and as his eyes fluttered open there he saw something, something that betrayed how easy it would be to lean in and kiss her.
He wanted to. His species was not really known for it's self control when it came to women, after all. Swallowing a little he found his gloved hands at his sides moving towards her, feeling her shirt through the thick leather of them he slid it up, so that she would feel the slightly cool leather dragging across the bottom of her stomach, tantalizingly close to the waistband of her tiny shorts, his blue eyes filling up all of her vision for that moment as he tilted his head in contemplation of leaning down to brush his lips against hers. He could pratically taste her upon his lips.
Then softly, his hand pressed into her stomach, gently, slowly pulling her back as he took a bigger step back away from her, shaking his head to try to regain his sanity. His normally calm face was now hued by a bright red crimson as his chest heaved beneath his black t-shirt and duster, his eyes looking at her hungrily until he forced them to look away.
"I... I can't do this. We've just met, and... it isn't right..." he said softly, hoping that she would understand, and hoping to god that she didn't suddenly throw herself at him, because a part of him didn't know what he would do if she did.