"Yep." So far, anyway. "Nice of you to notice." Although Ghoul's death can't even save Desmond. He's relentless enough as a living being. Just imagine him dead, possessing the ability to float wherever he wants, whenever he wants, without requirements for leaving to sleep or eat or anything else lame like that.

He doesn't seem to be looking for a fight, but he is looking for something. He twists around and does some glancing around, clearly scoping out the area around the both of them. "Where's all your friends?" Surely Desmond has established some kind of buddy-system by now. Witches are almost as bad as wolves when it comes to sticking around their own kind.