The closeness of what had almost happened certainly didn't escape him either. It was odd that self control over blood was easier at times than other forms of self control. But then he'd just had a snack before coming here, which did take the edge off. Even as she backed away a few steps, he could feel something in him trying to pull him to take those steps back. It had been a long time since he'd let anyone touch him intimately. Not like she had. And here he was, barely meeting someone and she was caressing him in ways that... Ways that a part of him wanted. And a part of him very much did not. He clenched his jaw tightly as he tried to keep his head from spinning too much.
She was not material to be a mate... not yet. Which meant that anything would be... enjoyable, but also empty, and complicated. Not many women thought of lovemaking as a casual thing, and those that did were often so dangerous that it was better not to indulge even if you wanted to. And, as if some sort of cosmic nod from the heavens above that he was right, he watched her face start to get cherry red as he pushed her away, his eyebrows raising a little as she suddenly dashed out of the room.
Desmond fell back against the wall, leaning his head back to stair up at the ceiling as his mind reeled in the abscence of her prescence, and he regained his composure, slowly but surely, taking slow breaths to help it along as his eyes examined the ceiling quietly. For not the first time, he wondered if coming to this place wasn't one giant mistake...
Her laugh rang out like a dagger in his chest, and he grabbed her by the throat to stop it, but it didn't stop even as his fingers clenched down and roughly slammed her into the wall hard enough to rattle the dust and dirt that had settled into the brick. Instead, she just smiled at him, a twisted facimile of the one that he had stared at for hours, longing for, wishing for....
"You don't get it yet, do you, Desmond?" She purred at him. "It was all a game. A sad, sorry, twisted little game that we played with you. That everyone plays with you. She never loved you Desmond, she was just another brainwashed slave of yours... another victim of the curse that is you. You shouldn't feel bad about it Desmond, it's what you are!"
"Shut up, Mari... just... SHUT UP!" Desmond howled as he slammed her hard enough that he could hear her skull smashing against the brick with a dull thudding, but unlike a mortal might have she just leaned closer to him, almost close enough to kiss his lips.
"You're a sex god, Desmond. You need to learn to embrace it. HE has... and the sooner you give up these silly little ideas of yours, the sooner you'll understand... no one will really love you for who you are... they don't even have the chance to... stop looking for some deeper meaning to it all and just learn... to accept... your fate."
Desmond's head snapped down as he looked at Dannika, his eyes dialated for a moment before they landed upon what was on her neck. His lips stretched slightly as he forced himself not to frown, or show the pain that stabbed at his heart briefly. Her talisman. Of course she wanted him. She had been compelled to, by the very nature of what he was. He looked down for a moment and closed his eyes, taking the emotion that washed over in him that one breath, that one breath to let all that agony and frustration burn at the depths of his soul...
And then he quietly looked up at her again, and smiled. "You forgot your protection, that... makes a bit more sense now. You should be a little more careful with that around this campus..." he said quietly.
"I'm... a half breed. A... dhampir, I believe they refer to them here." He said quietly, watching her reaction. "Do not worry, I only drink the blood of animals... not humans." He said, leaving out the fact that there were times when he really... really wanted to. "And I promise that I have no intentions of doing that in our apartment."
Forcing a bit of a wider smile, he extended a gloved hand to shake her hand. "Sorry that we got started off on something of the... wrong foot."