Desmond's humor was entirely sarcastic and sassy, which often required him to be self-aware enough to mock himself on occasion. He appreciated people with that same outlook and smirked at her. "Anyone who thinks sword swallowing is a reasonable life choice deserves what's coming to them."

He wondered where she got the bottle but didn't question it. There were a lot of ways, probably. He finally got up and brushed his pants off. "Got it in one." He pointed at her and gave a thumbs up. Ordinarily he was not great with people, but he did get along with people who also didn't like people, so there was always that. He shrugged and gestured to one of the rocks, lifting it easily into the air. The one was not hard.

"I mean, I'm going to bitch and moan about this, but I still like it better than what I could do before. Unlike my ancestors here. Who will bitch and moan that they don't have it anymore."