Dean watched Donovan and the blonde newcomer with a thoughtful expression on his haughty, arrogant features. The oversized, exaggerated Adonis of a Shadow frowned as he made a mental calculation about their circumstances and exchanged a look with Donovan. Dean *would* have quite happily murdered the woman on a whim, but doing so where his Knight could see and disapprove seemed unwise. Despite the clear loosening of the tethers that bound the dup, Dean could sense that Donovan still had a commanding hold over him. Being punished was a humiliation that the Shadow had learned the hard way – learned and hated it to his wicked core.<br/><br/>“Two women. Two men,” Dean said softly, after a second, his slippery silken voice laden with his unique form of insipid magic, “that’s enough. A new one, mysterious and with an unknown agenda, illusory magic and too-big breasts is a bit much of a risk, I’m afraid.” And with that Dean effortlessly wound his arms around the woman and tossed her over the bow of the boat and ten feet down into the roiling waters below.<br/><br/>“Beware the guards,” Dean called out, loud enough to be overheard below. “I understand that a rather rare and mystical plague has begun infecting the city.” He paused, clearly considering. “Ah, yes. I’d say that within an hour or two, most of the citizens will be quite ill. A shame, really. One would hate for you to die of that particularly withering rot. Though, I hear it comes from a sorcerer of some skill – not Zozo though – so perhaps she will cure it before it spreads too far?”<br/><br/>Dean’s wicked, leering smirk was audible as he turned back to his Knight and made a small, smarmy smile. Then, without much ado, looked around for the captive woman. Not knowing Donovan’s threats to the women, the wicked Shadow might very well have some…creative ideas of his own. “Below, eh?” Dean asked. “You better not have put them both down there. The fox is a shapeshifter. A cunning little wench. I swear if they try to escape, I’ll plague them both and laugh while they rot from their cunts outward.” Dean paused, then added, “But if they’ve both been good, I don’t see why I can’t be a total gentleman. So sweet and tender. Like a virgin boy. Mhm. Goodness. Either gives me the shivers.”<br/><br/>And something in Dean’s attitude suggested forbidden knowledge, or suspicions. Like a haunted nightmare, he would be coming for both women soon.<br/>