Donovan caught Methuseld's glare. So his words had struck home. It didn't take a magic spell to tell him that the woman was obviously -not- very eager to return to the vizier. Perhaps she grew tired of being the vizier's pet? Perhaps the vizier took his liberties with her too often for her liking? Or perhaps the vizier took liberties with his harem in front of her, and THAT was what Methuseld hated about the man? It was hard to tell, but Donovan didn't need to be a mind-reader to know that he wasn't going to convince Methuseld to open up to him and spill the beans about her distaste for the most powerful man in the city. It was enough to know that she simply did not want to return.<br/><br/>Dean didn't speak much, but the shadow-man watched the rest of the gathering intently. Donovan felt more at ease now that Dean had returned. Dean often saw things that Donovan did not, and together they were perceptive and worked very well together. Right now, though, they were sitting still and needed to be -moving-, preferably away from the city at least until things settled down. But if he and Dean were taking off with the vizier's jewels, his werefox, AND his general, Donovan had a feeling they would be chased for a very, very long time. And Luna, of course, was a wild card. IF she worked for Demi, there was a chance the two men could possibly off-load the werefox and the general for some much-needed coin. Let Demi worry about a ransom for the vizier's two 'pets': Donovan and Dean had more than enough to worry about already.<br/><br/>He noticed Methuseld 'struggling against her bonds', though he of course did not know her hands were actually free. "Hey you, knock that off," he warned her with a look, his deep voice commanding her to be still. "I am going to go up top and get us the hell out of this dock. They'll probably be shutting down the port within the hour, so the longer we sit, the more chance we get caught. Dean - keep an eye on them, will you? Including your new 'friend'," Donovan said, casting a wary glance towards Luna.<br/><br/>"I'll be just on deck, so if you need anything - I'll be here in a heartbeat." He turned his attention to Luna. "One we're safely away, THEN we can talk business, alright? I am sure we can come to some sort of arrangement that will benefit you, us, your boss... everyone." Donovan wasn't blind to the elf's curves - of course, she -planned- it that way when dealing with men, he was sure. Distraction could give her all the advantage she needed if things turned ugly. A flash of skin here or there might make a man pause for a moment - long enough to lose his head or other sensitive body parts if he wasn't careful.<br/><br/>Then Donovan turned his gaze towards the werefox sitting in the corner, trying its best to look completely innocent. "And you," he said, pointing at the fox. "Now we're on to you, little pup. You be good, and you'll be back home safe and sound, soon enough," he said, and lastly turned his gaze to Methuseld.<br/><br/>"I don't see a need for violence, if you simply cooperate. Dean, however... well, he often enjoys a bit of violence. Remember what I said," he nodded once, slowly, towarsd Methuseld as his eyes did notice how certain parts of her body seemed almost accented and emphasized by the way the ropes clung to her. She'd be beautiful, in a way, if she wasn't spittin' vinegar and covered in armor. Not for the first time he wondered to himself what she'd look like -beneath- that metal shell, but he knew he wasn't going to find out, most likely.<br/><br/>"I'll be back shortly," Donovan said, then nodding to Dean and turning to head back up to the main deck so he could get the little boat underway. Time was of the essence, and Donovan could easily augment his strength to push the boat off, hoist a sail, and steer or even row by himself if need be....<br/>