Desmond chuckled a bit and blushed, lightly. "Don't mention it." He looked around and saw they were kind of out of the way of prying eyes. "Hey..." He looks back and splays his hands as if he were about to play a piano, black smoke trickling lightly from them. "Want to see something cool?" He asks. He was always eager to show others his powers. He was the only person to ever perform a black ritual correctly (that he knew of) and he tended to show off... only to those he trusted though. It was the one thing he wasn't uncomfortable about and was confident in his ability, it shown in his eyes. A little kid's wild-eyed giddiness.