The two of them lay there quietly for some time, backs against the hard wood floor, eyes focused on the ceiling above them. Donovan could hear the rapid breaths of the drow woman next to him - spent of her desire and need, her body driven to exhaustion by his stamina. His own body ached all over, it would be impossible to count the number of welt-marks he now possessed on his arms, legs, and especially his back. They were like bright red trophies, and only in a few places had they broken the skin. Such harsh reminders of their shared passion were a simple thing for him to heal - a mere thought, really, and the slightest expenditure of his will caused the worst of the welts to slowly mend as they lay next to each other, each of them catching their breaths.<br/><br/>"That was... delightful," Donovan said politely - and it had been. She was... physical, if he had to put a word to it, and though she was somewhat smaller than the usual woman he might bed, she took everything he offered her, and she used it well. She used -him- well, and he loved every minute of it.<br/><br/>"Mmmhmmm," she purred softly. "You were not bad yourself... for a human," she replied. He smiled, his eyes never wavering from the point they focused on the ceiling above them. Sae'ka was certainly not his 'type', but they sure did seem quite compatible in matters of carnal enjoyment. His attention focused upward, he did not notice Sae'ka's sudden change in demeanor, how her body tensed as her magically-attuned senses caught the scent of something... wrong... approaching the building in which they were hidden. Whatever it was, was not good.<br/><br/>Donovan sensed and heard Sae'ka suddenly roll away from him. He turned his head to regard her as she rose to her feet, slipping her leathers back onto her body as if she were simply sliding her hand into the warm embrace of a well-worn glove. Donovan smirked.<br/><br/>"Where are you going? Maybe our frolic wasn't so great afterall?" he asked with a playful smirk, rising up on one elbow as he focused his gaze upon her.<br/><br/>Moments later she smirked at him, pulling her belt around her shapely hips, buckling it tightly and quickly, weapons in place. She had all she needed, or rather, -almost- everything she needed. Now, she just needed a distraction.<br/><br/>"I'm really sorry about this," she said. "This is nothing personal."<br/><br/>Donovan's brows furrowed for a moment. "What do you mean this is-...."<br/><br/>-THWACK!-<br/><br/>Little specks of light exploded in his vision, blinding him temporarily as he fell back hard to the floor, his hands rushing up to his nose as blood gushed freely from both nostrils."SHIIIIIT!!!" Donovan roared, completely caught off-guard as Sae'ka's boot lashed out, kicking him squarely in the face. His eyes watered quickly as he writhed to his left. He could hear the sounds of wood sliding on wood - the heavy wood slats that blocked the door - and then the sound of the door itself opening.<br/><br/>Sae'ka was bailing. And if she was doing that -without- going upstairs to retrieve the fox, then something was terribly wrong... other than the fact that Donovan's nose was broken.<br/><br/>The drow said nothing as the door slammed shut. She was simply gone, disappearing into the night, moving away from the oncoming magic seekers as quickly as possible. On alert now, Donovan again used a longer burst of his will to ease the pain of his nose, even mending it slightly, growling loudly as the faint sound of crunching bone foretold the act of the pieces of his nose sliding back into place. The blood he could do nothing about for now. No, for now - he had to get dressed, and quickly. Something was definitely not right.<br/><br/>He shook his head, finally able to see through blurry tears that filled his vision. He retrieved his small-clothes, pulled them on quickly as he regained his balance. Then, he suddenly froze.<br/><br/>Donovan could just make out the sounds from outside, the faint but loud shouts of someone announcing themselves, though he was certain he heard the term 'vizier' at least once... followed by the sound of doors being kicked in. Donovan's eyes widened, and not only did he redouble his efforts to don his gear, but he did it twice as fast. Forgotten was the treacherous drow. Forgotten was the quickly ebbing pain of his now-mostly-healed nose. Now all the could focus on was escape and avoiding detection. Neither he nor Dean had predicted that they would conduct a door-to-door search through the entire fucking city!<br/><br/>"DEAN!!!!" he shouted loudly as he strapped on his weapon belt. "HOUSE TO HOUSE SEARCH!!!! THEY WILL BE HERE ANY MOMENT, JUST A FEW DOORS AWAY! MOVE IT!" he shouted.