"I actually fell due to my own clumsiness rather than anything else." Desmond said softly, with a brutal honesty that again displayed his limitations when it came to verbally flirting. "If you don't mind the inquiry, is that something that occurs often? Men throwing themselves into bodies of water in an attempt to get your attention? If so, I have to say that I am even more surprised that you helped me. I could only imagine that such things would get tiring after the first few times that they happened." It was the voice of experience talking there. After all, he had, as a dhampir, more than his fair share of women who literally had swooned at the very sight of him walking down the streets.
"I do not put much stock in fate. Instead, I think that fate is a creation of man's desire not to take accountability for their own actions, and to try to give a face to the horrors of random chance. It is much easier to blame a diety or personification than it is to accept that there is just a certain chance that in any endeavor, things will go wrong. And though it would be easy to let fate take the blame for me tumbling headfirst into the water, the real culprit was just my lack of ability to respond to a surprising event as well as I should have..." Desmond replied quietly.
Desmond listened to Raina's story quietly, not trying to interrupt as another might have. Unlike most people these days, who listened just as long as they felt they had to in order to be able to tell their own story, Desmond truly listened to people, and tried to relate to them as much as he could. When he heard her say that the satyr wanted her in between him and his faun, a puzzled look crossed his features as his eyes went to the side for a moment, then widened slowly as a light coloring touched his cheeks as he realized.
As she went on, he found his eyes widening a little more, until the point at which when she asked him if she had given too much information, it looked almost clear from his face that she had, or that he was clearly shocked by her story to the point where he couldn't hide it. Slowly though, he shook his head a little, as he searched for a diplomatic, proper way to express what it was that he was feeling.
"No, I do not think you provided too much information. And I certainly am not a gossip. If you do not mind me asking, Raina, did all of this come as a surprise? It has been a long time since I have seen a Satyr, but I was always under the impression that they only sought out..." he needed to be careful with this one, "looser women. Did this one lead you to believe that he had a different idea in mind?"
Desmond scooted a little closer still, and lowered his voice slightly, somewhat embarassed by his next question. "And... also, if you do not mind the question. Is this sort of thing normal? To... have... relations with someone when you have only known them but a few hours? It seems, in my observance, that it is not so very... uncommon now, as it used to be...."