Donovan sighed when, once again, Dean referred to him getting 'all the lady bits' recently.<br/><br/>"One woman. A drow. By the gods, Dean, I was basically a living, breathing -dildo- for her. Some of the claw marks took -several- attempts to heal, for fuck's sake," he groused. There was truth in his words, too - the encounter with the drow had confirmed to Donovan that their kind knew only two speeds when it came to fucking: Stop, and No-holds-barred-try-to-injure-the-other-party-as-much-as-possible. But, maybe that's why Dean was still resentful over it - maybe that sort of thing would have been right up his alley.<br/><br/>Donovan DEFINITELY screwed up his face in disgust when Dean described himself as a 'mother', and Donovan as a 'sperm donor'. "For fuck's sake, Dean... stop trying to make me vomit," he growled. "We haven't 'given birth' to anything. This is just Chaos magic gone awry - as it ALWAYS does. Probably thanks to you, mostly, from what Methuseld and I saw on deck..."<br/><br/>But there had been -some- logic in Dean's words. If the formation of the ship had been left -solely- to Dean's deepest personality, Donovan doubted that any of them would be alive right now.<br/><br/>Donovan followed Dean, as his shadow seemed to act confident that he knew his way about - which didn't surprise the knight at all. Dean spoke of the 'sustenance' the ship desired, and mentioned followed by summarily ruling out 'souls'. Well, that was -some- relief, at least. As they neared the Captain's quarters, where Donovan last remembered seeing Aza, the knight took a breath, feeling for his powers. They were slim. He needed -real- rest, and not aboard this Ship of Chaos. Dean, though, almost seemed at home here, and not for the first time, Donovan felt uncomfortable putting his trust and faith in his darker self.<br/><br/>And with a movement of his hand, Dean opened the door, revealing the sight before him.<br/><br/>The two women were in a state of... well... foreplay? Bodies partially exposed, it was clear they had the intent to continue and progress, so yes, perhaps that was where Dean and Donovan had so rudely interrupted. For her part, Methuseld looked absolutely embarrassed and stunned. She also looked -hot-, which was mildly distracting, but what caught his attention most was Aza's sudden aggressiveness, the assertiveness in her voice, her demand for the two of them to -fuck off-... before she -made them-.<br/><br/>Donovan began to chuckle.<br/><br/>"Well, it seems they've been... I dunno... contaminated?" Donovan muttered. "But I suppose she's forgotten that this is -our- home turf? So... how do you propose we free them from the grips of this chaos?" Donovan asked, his eyes still focused on the pair on the bed, of course, lest they try something... unwise.<br/><br/>"I believe this darkness stuff is your specialty, my shadow?" Donovan muttered to Dean beside him.