The fox-woman's fingers lightly drummed on his chest as if she were bored. Again she complimented him - or perhaps she was simply listing the facts as she saw them in her mind. Him, the selfless one? Chivalrous? He wasn't so sure about that, but he didn't dispute her words, either.<br/><br/>She caught sight of his hand protecting his jewels (not HIS jewels, but his 'jewels') and she laughed. "They might be useless to you, but I can imagine that you'd be happy to return them to your master - maybe get a nice treat from him for being so... loyal," he said. He wanted to use the word 'subservient' or 'slave-like', but he didn't. In this context, 'loyal' was far more gentle a word choice to use. But even as they talked, her hands were eagerly stripping his armor pieces away, as if she were quite familiar with the routine herself.<br/><br/>"I don't care about the collar," he pointed out. "It wasn't why we went there. If -that- is why you are doing this...," he looked at her hands for a moment, reaching for one of his vambraces, "Then you need not worry. You can have the collar back when we set you free."<br/><br/>He was certain she was up to something, but he couldn't really help the fact that he enjoyed her attention, as fake as it was. She queried him about his magic, and he shrugged slightly. "If you are tired - you should sleep," he said. "I am fine." He was, for the most part... he had dozed a bit, recovered some of his energy, much of what he had expended during his and Dean's trip through the vizier's estate, and then the subsequent escape. Still, he had exerted some amount of effort during the -second- escape from their safe-house... he could certainly use another rest, but she didn't have to know that.<br/><br/>Her fingers moving along his, though, sent a chill down his spine, and a tingle to places that reacted quite quickly. He swallowed, going silent as he froze in place, appreciating the light touch she used, his index finger slowly rising slightly as if seeking to meet her own. -Now- she was getting to be dangerous. His armor had protected him from arrows and blades and spells, but it had also protected him from her touch. Not so much now, anymore.<br/><br/>"What is it that you really want?" he asked her point-blank, tired of the games and the subterfuge. The drow had vanished, and the mysterious elf was in the hold probably attempting to do the same thing to Dean that Aza was doing to Donovan... and the big warrior just hoped that Aza would be plain with him.... so that he could quickly get a cold bath in order to douse the fire she had started.