Donovan continued to wonder if she was even -listening- to him answer her questions. Maybe she was, or maybe she wasn't. One thing was for sure, he wasn't going to repeat himself later when she started asking the same things again. A spoiled vizier's lap-dog, that's what she was!<br/><br/>He continued speaking no matter whether she paid attention or not. She stood upright and tucker her hair behind her ear. Out of the blue she complimented him AND told him he was wrong, all in one sentence.<br/><br/>"Well, that's mighty nice of-... hey, wait a minute," he said, looking confused for a moment as she stepped up to him. He looked down at her as she explained that she wanted to cooperate - if it meant being able to sleep. "Well.. if you need sleep, the bunk over there is all yours," he said, nodding over to where the captain's bed was, though it did not look overly more comfortable than a hammock. "But please... you can tear up my shirt, but... don't tear up the bed, ok?" he asked.<br/><br/>He wasn't worried about her trying to make a run for it, jumping off the side of the ship or something like that. They were farther and farther away from shore with each passing minute, and if she hadn't made a jump for it before, chances were she wasn't going to.