She all but blocked out his first few sentences, as he responded to her confession of hating those who lacked confidence. Anya didn’t want to get into a verbal argument over her high standards for other people, and she figured that Donovan didn’t seem exactly like the type to want to get into a disagreement over something so silly either. The next few sentences though had her entire attention. She could tell that he was uncomfortable, and let slip a quick laugh as he spit his drink. The reaction was exactly what she wanted, the answer however, surprised her a little. From the sounds of the first question he answered, he hadn’t been in love with a person for a while, so she figured he probably hadn’t had sex for a while. The thought almost annoyed her for some reason. Although she couldn’t exactly pinpoint as to why. Anya didn’t say anything back in response, not wanting to embarrass him further. The question he then asked her was something she had been expecting, and something she didn’t really know how to answer. Sex itself was a meaningless physical thing for Anya, so she figured she better start explaining.
“Vell it all depends on vat your view of sex are to being vith. You sink sex eez just vith people you care about, I sink it’s somesing entirely different. For me, sex eez purely physical, I don’t like feelings to become tvisted into eet all. Then sings just get messy. But I suppose if you vant meaning, I’ll say last time vas vith a friend, a good friend. Ve had a bit too much to dreenk, had sex, and continued on vith our friendship. Zat eez as close to meaningful as I have gotten lately.” She reflected back on that night in Australia. Her and Jack had both been plastered, her less so, and neither of them could help but jump the other. They had been on a steak out for what seemed like years, and neither of them had been with anyone during that time. Anya was sure that neither of them developed feelings for the other, but she supposed that it had meaning because they were friends. And friendships carried a special meaning all their own. By now, the glasses were starting to pile up, but Anya still felt clear headed, compared to the slurring Donovan across from her. She drank her next glass, and after a moment of deliberation, asked her question. “Vat qualities do you look for in a voman?” She gazed at him, waiting for a response, and smiling at how adorable he looked when he was tipsy. This bloke wasn’t going to last much longer.
Despite his usual ability to hang on to every accented word that slipped from between Anya’s lips, Donovan could feel himself struggling to make sense of them as they came, finding that it took him longer than it should have to put her words together in a way that made sense. This was yet another reason why he didn’t often like to give over to drinking; Donovan liked to have a good grasp on every situation, he found that it was less easy to get hurt that way and over the years it had become the only way he could be sure that he was the one in control of what happened to him. But the loosening of his inhibitions and the slow decline of his mind and with it the barriers that he kept up constantly, Donovan could feel himself giving into her without her even knowing. “You’re wrong,” he slurred simply, an almost undetectable shake of his head accompanying the words. It was perhaps the least polite he could ever remember being since starting the case, but there was something about her and what she said that made him want her to hear his side out. He didn’t know what, he just knew that he thought there was more to sex than Anya knew. And surprisingly enough, he thought he was the one to tell her about it. “You think there’s nothing but the physical parts?” Donovan arched an eyebrow, letting go of his drink to rest his elbow on the bar and slide himself towards her. He’d never been so forward and frankly it frightened him, but the Firewhiskey had apparently done its job. “Have you ever been with someone that loved you so much they’d do anything for you?” Donovan slid closer still until he could nearly feel the heat of her body mingling with his. “Have you ever felt the touch of someone who you knew wanted just you, no one else?” His hand moved from his leg to hover over her thigh, but before he could brush her skin he realized just how close to her he had put himself and suddenly sat back up, pushing his drink away from him.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Donovan could feel a red head creeping back up his neck and this time across his face. How could he be stupid enough to put himself so close to her? To even suggest thing things that he had must have been overstepping hundreds of boundaries. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to completely regret his words. “It’s much more than just physical, Anya. At least it can be.” He let his words trail off, his eyes fixed on his drink instead of on her. Letting it sit there he answered her question, knowing that even discovering her darkest secret wasn’t worth allowing himself to lose control like that again. His heart was still healing from a relationship that had ended years ago, if he thought he was strong enough to take on her, he truly had consumed too much drink. “I suppose I don’t look for certain qualities,” he said at length, still not looking up at her. Donovan feared that if he caught her eye, the only answer he would come up with would be to tell her the truth; he looked for her. “I think I could fall in love with any woman if I knew enough about her. If I could hear her thoughts, even the bad ones, and know that she was a genuine girl, someone who was dynamic and real, someone who had interests and likes and things that she hated, but good reasons for all of those things. Maybe she can have fun just laying around, maybe she’s only satisfied when she’s always busy. Maybe she can cook like a God or perhaps she’s never cooked anything at all.” He shook his head again, looking back up at Anya and setting his eyes on hers. “I could fall in love with anyone if I knew enough about them.” And he could certainly fall in love with her. She wouldn’t even have to try.