Donovan didn't flinch as Mehtuseld began to spit her venom. Her words - harsh, as he had expected - were even sharper than what he imagined they would be. Of course she responded as he knew she would: she touted how tough she was, how she would bear any indignity - including rape. She threatened him, warned him, ridiculed and insulted him. Yep - the usual list of responses from a person who was mighty miffed at being trussed-up like a bird meant for the stove. For the first part of her response, his hands checked and double-checked the various knots and double-knots he had made with the sturdy rope that kept her in place. She could not straighten her legs, and her arms were pinned firmly behind her where she could not see. Once he was confident she wasn't going anywhere, he then leaned back from her and turned his gaze to meet hers, folding his arms slowly across her chest.<br/><br/>When she finally went silent, he raised his brows. "You done?" he asked sarcastically. "Because this is about the time I clue you in on a few things. First off - ain't no way I'll be raping you. Sorry if that offends you - or disappoints you - but raping isn't up my alley - if you'll excuse the pun," he said, giving her a faint smirk. "Yeah, you're a good looking woman, beautiful even, and you know it. But that alone ain't enough to send me into some fit of arousal I can't control. But, my -friend-, on the other hand," he said, shaking his head. "Sure, he might do it if the mood strikes him, but I promise you - it isn't just your -body- that he'll take. With him, it's an entire buffet of sensation - body, mind, and soul. When he's done with you, you'll be eating your own words, and maybe even wishing you were a bit more polite," he said.<br/><br/>He pulled out a long strip of leather from his belt, and held it in his hands as he looked back up at her.<br/><br/>"As for your Master... if we were afraid of him or his various pets, we wouldn't have done the deed," he said. "It's that simple. You aren't dealing with two drunks who thought to take a sneak peek into the harem room so we could have a good toss-off later in the nearest brothel. Dean and I know what we're doing, we're equipped for it, and we're experts," he said confidently. "I mean... we captured you, didn't we? Dean even scored a trophy," he said, nodding over towards the fox. "Though if it were up to me, I'd let the animal loose, rather than keep her in captivity," he added.<br/><br/>"I healed you because you'll be useful - whether you're cooperative or not. Cooperating is rewarded with better treatment, and a higher likelihood that you'll live through this ordeal. Being a little cunt, though... well... Dean -does- enjoy consuming souls," he said with a slight shrug. He didn't care if Methuseld believed him or not. All he was doing was stalling, really, until Dean returned and they could get underway and get the -fuck- out of town.<br/><br/>"But don't you worry, this will all be over soon - one way or the other. If you're right - you can wallow in your righteousness and the blessings of your Master. If you're wrong... well, hopefully you'll still be back at your Master's side - and Dean and I will be far away from here," he said. "My money is on the later. Like I said: we're experts. No one is going to find-...."<br/><br/>A sudden knock at the galley door had Donovan spinning and drawing his weapon in one smooth, rapid movement. Dean wouldn't bother knocking. When nothing happened for a moment, he quickly turned, retrieved the piece of leather he dropped, and raised it up to her lips. He raised a brow, expecting her to open her mouth so he could gag her. If she refused, a simple pinch to the nose would eventually force her to part her lips to breathe, and he'd slide the hard leather between them forcefully if he had to, until the gag was in place, and he was tying it at the back of her head quite firmly.<br/><br/>Donovan rose to his feet and quietly moved toward the galley door that led out to the ship's main deck. He glanced at the fox in the corner, licking its little paw. Donovan raised a finger to his lips in a 'Shhhh,' gesture - not that the animal would understand him anyway, he thought. When he reached the door, weapon and shield in hand, he glanced through a slit in the wood and saw a single figure standing outside, slender, short, limping or leaning to one side. He set down his shield quietly then opened the door with his free hand.<br/><br/>He took in the sight of the wounded elf with deep suspicion. She spoke then, invoking the name of Demi - a well-known crimelord in the city, and the woman also claimed that the vizier's men knew where he was. Donovan clenched his teeth: this random stranger was unwanted and just going to draw attention unless he could get rid of her.<br/><br/>Where the fuck was -Dean-? In a split second, Donovan focused and sent Dean a quick mental message. ~Company. A single elf, at least all I can see. She's from Demi. Hands full. Come quick...~<br/><br/>"A deal for -what-?" Donovan hissed, wondering what Demi would want with them. It wasn't like he and Dean had stolen a chest of artifacts or magic books or scrolls. The item they had stolen had intense personal value to them - and wasn't for sale. Could the elf-girl have been referring to the -pup-? No... or could she? Right now, Donovan just wanted to get rid of the woman. Instead of arguing with her on the deck of their ship and drawing attention, instead he cracked the door open enough that she could slip inside, and if she entered, he'd close the door behind her - his sword still in his hand. He was prepared for anything at this point - this could be one of Methuseld's closest lieutenants for all he knew. If she didn't enter, he'd tell her to sod off, and close the door again, ending the conversation. The choice was hers.<br/><br/>"So what's the deal then?" he asked, keeping his eyes closely on the strange newcomer.