Now that Dean had ceased gushing over her, his voice had lowered to an charming baritone. There was a distinctive, desirable resonance to him as a whole, one that was obviously otherworldly to anyone versed in the subject, but Aza had already suffered<em>enough </em>tonight without wanting to ponder over the implications of that. She<em>deserved </em>such favorable treatment, especially from such an attractive attendant. She particularly enjoyed his ministrations behind her ears, if her half-closed eyes and lolling tongue were any indication, smearing him with soapy froth as she shamelessly pushed up against him. Wet fox didn't actually smell that bad either, sort of earthy and spicy, like crushed rosemary.<br/><br/>The collar wasn't meant to simply pop open and off, but Dean was on a mission and the pins holding the two halves together bent and then sheared, the impression of his fingertips left deep in the hammered metal. A shimmer ran through the remaining gems as he set the curved pieces aside, and Aza heaved another great sigh.<em>Finally</em>, she 'said,' the sentiment registering perfectly clearly in Dean's magic-sodden brain. The fox was weirdly expressive for being a fox and all, almost like she was projecting her words right into the thoughts around her. And foxes couldn't do that.<br/><br/>Something like a shapeshifter might be able to, though. A shiver rippled over the furry little body under his palms, and suddenly it was neither furry nor so little. The nose almost pressed to his went from pointy and damp to pale and adorably snub, though the eyes fixed on his stayed the same blue hue. She tilted her head, hair the same sanguine shade as her fur had been, tumbling wetly all the way down to where the curve of her lower back became the curves of her very bare ass. She was quite curvy, in fact, and all covered in soft creamy skin. And bubbles.<br/><br/>The same energy was exuded from her human form -- her young, supple, unclothed human form -- but as little more than a trickle, still fueling whatever imbalance within Dean that made him simultaneously so fiendishly handsome and worryingly altruistic.<br/><br/><em>I'm sure your former mistress won't mind</em>, he'd said. "But what is the mind of my present master?" she asked breathily, in heavily-accented but common tongue, leaning over the edge of the basin into his burly arms.