Donovan definitely -did- notice that Methuseld didn't take kindly to his notion that she'd be returning to her 'master' soon. So, the mighty general didn't have the best of relationships with the vizier, did she? The sour look on her face reminded him of a time he had taken a bite out of an apple that was well past its prime, filled with a couple worms to give it that 'added flavor'. Donovan had spit it out instantly, while Dean had simply joked about it being, 'meat to go with his fruit'.<br/><br/>"Seems as if someone isn't real -thrilled- with the idea of going back to the vizier," Donovan noted out loud, not really lording it over her, but his voice sounding more curious than demeaning. "I bet there's a story in that, if the good general would be willing to share. We should be sailing through the night and the better part of tomorrow, so we have plenty of time for such tales."<br/><br/>When Methuseld's gaze turned to the newcomer elf, Donovan glanced her way as well as Methuseld told her quite directly to 'piss off'.<br/><br/>"That does bring up an interesting point," he said, latching on at the end of Methuseld's words. "What exactly -are- you doing here? You've come from someone important, so what exactly do they want?" he asked. Donovan only cared about one thing - the same thing that Dean cared about, but if this situation could be used to their advantage, Donovan didn't doubt that Dean would do it, and so would he, all things considered.