She could tell she was having an effect. A sly, predatory grin formed. She always knew, whether through experience, intuition, or magic.. She always knew when she was having an effect on them. Methuseld wouldn’t have, but it’s been years since that one had tried to seduce anyone! If anything, this was good for her. Get out into the world, have a little fun, live a little, no strings attached. Everyone knew she was “possessed” in a manner of speaking. Dark Methuseld scoffed at Donovan’s suggestion she might not care about the ‘real’ Methuseld and, honestly, it made the more emotional woman bristle a little. Yes, she liked to come outside and play. Yes, her definition of playtime may not agree with most. Yes, she liked to fuck. But this was a consensual agreement, by the gods! She<em>asked</em>for it! Like literally!<br/><br/>The Fox in the baggage looked at her, speaking into Dark Methuseld’s mind. It gave her ticklish little shivers down her back and she giggled. Unsure of whether it could hear her thoughts or not, she thought she might as well try anyways. 'We<em>might indeed</em>be related! I think I’m more tangible than you though. Well…. Both her,' she said, pointing to her body, '<em>and</em>me. I used to be someone, y’know. My own body n’ everything. But that was ages ago, I won’t bore you!'<br/><br/>Dark Methuseld urged the ladies’ horse forward to maintain the spacing with Donovan. He wouldn’t get away from her that easy and she had some honor to defend. “Look, I know I may not have been around all too long, and gods know I’ve been with Methuseld for less than a day. But I know her well enough to know that when I tell you this, you’ll listen. My presence here was requested. She asked me to come.” She gave him a scornful gaze. “Yeah, that’s right. She asked. She said, ‘oh pretty please, you sexy dark minx, come and use my body to your heart’s content! Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to come out unless she killed. Notice how, ever since you left the boat, she made an effort not to fight? Who was holding off all the thugs on the dock? You. Why not her? Yeah – that’s right. She was scared to fight because it might have resulted in having to take a life.”<br/><br/>Dark Methusel paused for that to sink in. “So believe me when I ask,<em>RHETORICALLY</em>, why would the stoic Methuseld have let me in, unless something REALLY bad was going to happen? She was in a pretty tight spot when I came, and I saved that cute little ass of ours from a<em>really <strong>fucking GRIZLY</strong></em>death. And you don’t just recover from coming that close to something that unpleasant. Not to mention there was some weird shit going on with bugs that I can’t even begin to understand. So yeah, she’s cooling off. She's fine."<br/><br/>"But I’m only going away when I’m good and ready, because by Kr’lak I’ve been away too damn long to be cooped up so soon after tasting freedom. And then she’ll be back, all normal and healthy, and maybe she’ll have learned something about being a normal person, too. Won’t that be fucking nice. So stop being such a suspicious dick to me and let’s relax on this grand little adventure….”<br/><br/>In the awkward silence that followed, Dark Methuseld took a breath, looking around sheepishly, realizing she’d gone on quite the rant. “Sorry.... I sometimes get a bit emotional…”<br/><br/><br/>But inwardly she smiled, hoping that trying to pull the “you’re being a dick to a woman and it’s a lot more complicated than you think” card (long name for a card, isn’t it) would make him relax just enough for everyone to benefit from it.<em>Benefit</em>. As in with sex.<br/>