Donovan watched the drow move. Yes, she was attractive and he understood Dean's obvious infatuation with her, but Donovan's eyes mostly judged her movements. While Dean looked at her with fantasies of her capabilities in bed, Donvoan was gauging her capabilities on the battlefield. Her footing, her pace, her spacing, her stance, the way her body turned, pivoted, the movement of her hips... his mind wandered only a split second before he forced his thoughts back on track... the way her blade was quickly, silently sheathed, the way she spun, pressing he and his companion up against the wall in the corner.<br/><br/>Clearly she had heard something or someone coming closer. Elven ears were often far more sensitive than human ones, so he had been told.<br/><br/>But the presence of her pressed against the two men... the brief flicker of thought flew through Donovan's mind - when WAS the last time the two men had each been with a woman? For Donovan... a couple months? For Dean... perhaps an hour before they approached the tower that very day? He clenched his teeth, cursing himself for his lack of focus... with perhaps a dash of envy.<br/><br/>A moment later, the 'intruder' passed by harmlessly, and the three seemed to let go their held breaths almost simultaneously.<br/><br/>A few soft, silent steps later, the trio were standing before the intended door. The drow indicated it was locked - as they had expected - and Dean stepped forward, drawing forth the picks that had been specially prepared for this moment. Dean did so with a flourish - fucking -showoff-, Donovan thought, and lowered his hands to the handles of his blades. As Dean worked the lock with the skill he'd work his latest lover, Donovan silently drew both of his blades from their scabbards, normally silvered blades that gleamed in the light were both coated with some thick, black coal-like powder to dull their shine. Donovan did not have the luxury of shadow-play that Dean did.<br/><br/>As soon as Dean stepped aside, Donovan wasted no time. Perhaps it was a distrust for the drow herself, his concern that she might spot the jewels they were looking for and try to take them for herself - or, more likely, perhaps it was because his ingrained conscious told him to defend the lady, Donovan moved quickly through the door first, body lowered into an offensive stance, both blades crossed in front of him, prepared to block an incoming attack, arrow, or even spell. He simply assumed that Dean would have his back - especially if the drow had any sort of treachery in mind...