The girl gave an appreciative little murmur as she gazed over the tub, but perhaps disappointingly for Dean, it was meant for his new hair color. "Beard too," she reminded him, tilting his head up and tapping the pad of her thumb against his bottom lip, like she saw magic mutably-colored hair every day. Which, of course, she did.<br/><br/>She listened to him define "uncle" with another doubtful expression, briskly but carefully using the end of the comb to straighten the few strands their headlong rush from the Spire had caused to tangle. "Drow, pfft," she commented with a foxish snort. "They do no thing right. Sex is not competition. Sex is..." she paused, considering the word. "Complicity? Together, two people. Or three," she amended with a shrug of one slim shoulder. "Look straight," she then instructed him sternly, not to remove his gaze from her bared body, but that so she could accurately draw the part of his hair down the center. Aza was totally unfazed by nudity, since no magic had been invented that would shift garments between fox and human shapes and consequently she was often left clothesless. And with a human figure such as hers, round and soft just where it should be and trimly lean everywhere else, she had nothing that ought be kept hidden anyway.<br/><br/>"You are no human, hm?" she continued as a casual observation, already having nimbly gathered a section of his combed hair and begun to braid. It seemed quite apparent to her he was not precisely mortal, though she did not recall ever having encountered a similar being in the Spire's collection of exotics or in her travels between markets. The changes he wrought to his appearance were not illusions, nor was he a werecreature like she. Those things she would sense. Yet he had the ability to make of himself a face and body that were unrealistically ideal, and he smelled<em>too</em>good, magically good, in a way that made her nose and the inside of her head pleasantly tingly. But Aza was not swayed only by symmetrical faces and toned bodies; her life was an almost unending parade of such things, and while appearances were admittedly of great import, more appealing was that a pretty thing should also be useful. Useful to<em> her, </em>specifically.