Dean considered Donovan’s words, the plan of action and was vaguely pleased that the Knight trusted him along with three women. Dean’s leering grin practically looked like it had been painted across his face as he turned to take in Aza. The little wolf pup had been fun before, when she was a real girl, but her cowardly side – not to mention fleeing for the arms of the enemy whenever she got a chance – was not very fun. In fact…<br/><br/>“You know, I’ve never considered the implications of a shapeshifter from a sexual perspective. Would fucking a fox be bestiality, or just really tight fun?” Waving a hand over at Luana, he mused aloud, “She’s a wicked little bitch, and you seem the sort of girl who enjoys being along for a good ride. While Donovan gets us running, how about we mix business and pleasure?” The deep shadows of the ship roiled near the little fox, menacing and vaguely phallic, tentacular swirls sprouting horrific, shark-toothed faces to leer at her as Dean watched Luana.<br/><br/>He was a man comfortable multi-tasking. Without looking over his shoulder, he called out, “I got this,” to both Donovan and, perhaps, the bound girl on the floor. She was certain to have a good show from all this playtime. Maybe it would bring out the lusty succubus-thing he’d seen before, back at their hideout?<br/>