"You are right. You were living here alone, and my intrusion was unexpected. I probably should have thought to ask you if you were wearing it, rather than assuming that you were. I'm sorry, Dannika." He smiled a little at her, letting the awkwardness of the situation that they had previously just been in melt away and fade into the background. Gone were the urges now, killed mostly by the memories of his past rather than the fact that the young gymnast was wearing some type of mystical talisman that kept him from being attracted to her. It was said that with enough time, all wounds were healed, but Desmond knew better, that some things could never really fully be mended.
"I don't really care for dead animals myself." Desmond admitted. Though it wasn't as if he couldn't stand them if he needed to. It was just from an aestetic perspective, dead things were somewhat... morbid. That, and they really started to stink after a while, which was why not many vampires tended to relish in their kills by keeping them. The animals that he fed on served a purpose, and once they were done serving that purpose, they were disposed of.
When she shook his hand, though he would not admit it if asked, a part of him was worried that the talisman wouldn't work. And another part of him hoped that it wouldn't, that what had happened before was not some inherant property of his species, but a property of him. That it was not the dhampir that was irresistable, but Desmond. But he could see it in her eyes, there was not any attraction there that had been there a moment ago. He forced his smile a little bigger, and followed her through the tour of the house.
It all seemed pretty spartan, but Desmond, having spent a decent portion of his life with just a bed roll to call home, this was something like a palace. Of course, having stayed in palaces as well, he was aware that thinking of it as a palace was a falacy as well. So instead of offering any particular commentary on the decorum, he quietly followed behind Dannika, taking in every little nook and cranny of the place that he could. It was good to make sure that he knew his surroundings at all times. Though they assured that he was safe here, if, for some reason, he was attacked, a misplaced foot could be all there was between life and death.
"I wouldn't say that I won't be using it at all." Desmond said quietly. "While I can't live by standard food alone, I can still taste it, it is a pleasure, even if it is not a necessity... Maybe I will see if I can cook you up some of the dishes that I can remember how to cook sometime." he offered, trying to extend an olive branch to the girl whom was probably mortified over what had happened.
"So... is there anything you do for fun around here?" he asked cautiously, remembering what trouble the last question had gotten him into.