The safe houses that the duo had prepared were usually identified by Dean and then modified by Donovan, whose powers and knowledge went beyond killing people and screwing. Thus, although the house was in a seedy part of the docks, the interior was almost militarily neat. Dean’s thieving, magpie nature was evidenced in the large central room, where walls of empty bookshelves were laden with a variety of gewgaws, baubles, and trinkets that were probably worthless but looked *really* neat (at least to him.)<br/><br/>Other than a dining table and makeshift meeting area, with standing basin with hot and cold running water that the two no doubt stole from the city municipal department (hey, high fantasy – and romans had running water!), there were few comforts. A cot on either side of the floor, a stairwell leading up to a second story and down into a basement level that smelled of brine – a private jetty in case the two needed to escape by water, perhaps.<br/><br/>Once inside the room, Dean exhaled and smiled. And then turned to the odd sounds the drow was making. Seeing her discard her sword and *then* jump Donovan told Dean that the woman’s pouncing maneuver was probably not about killing him. Dominance games, maybe? Drow females were infamous for taking males on their terms. Dean considered intervening, but given how little time Donovan spent wrestling with the “gentler” sex, decided to opt out. If only he had some popped corn around…<br/><br/>Glancing around, he saw the little dog ad frowned. “Great. Goody two-shoes gets the luscious, feral drow and I’m stuck with a muddy, disgusting dog-thing. I guess I might as well play with those stones. Hey, Donovan, do you mind me playing with those while you grind on the hottie? Oh yeah, remember: drow women consider barbecued dick a delicacy back in the under dark. Don’t let her stay near your naughty hottie bits for too long with her teeth.” It went without saying that letting her near them with a knife would be REALLY a bad idea.<br/><br/>Baring his white teeth in a wicked grin that he seemed to have no one to share it with, Dean shrugged and ambled to the sink to begin washing up, entirely oblivious to Donovan’s “plight.”<br/>