Of course it's interest, you dip. Ugh, but he's gone all boring and questioning and it's all so tedious.

Desire pulls back a little and rolls their eyes. "Because you're attractive, obviously." Though clearly a little slow on the uptake, but Desire supposes they can't blame the angel for the confusion. "I want things, you're interesting, I was getting acquainted."

The fact that this is happening while wearing a borrowed shape and without any real input from the other party in question is a trifle, in Desire's view.

"Now can we dispense with the whys and wherefores and get back to it?" They grin and reach around and gently (but blatantly) rest their hands on his tartan-clad ass.