The drow claimed to be someone other than Zozo, which made sense. Even if it -was- the powerful warlock, surely she'd deny it anyway in preparation for some sort of treachery. Which, being a dark elf, this woman might still pursue regardless. Her attitude quickly matched that of most drow Donovan had met, so it came as no surprise: harsh, impatient, insulting and rude. At least she was consistent with her own kind. Dean didn't seem bothered by it at all, though. Likely, the shadow was staring at the woman's breasts and nothing else.<br/><br/>Donovan heard the shift in Dean's voice as he responded to the drow, and even Donovan's face registered surprise. Hearing the way Dean's voice changed, and the change in his demeanor and body - no, that was -quite- new and different. But a moment later, it was as if nothing had happened, and Dean was his old self once more.<br/><br/>"As my comrade says... ladies first," Donovan nodded once toward the steps. So she was here for something 'valuable' as well. Hopefully it wasn't the jewels - or at least the ones the two men were seeking, or there would be some blood shed that evening for certain.<br/><br/>She agreed to a truce, and that either meant she saw benefit in allying herself with the two men (for now), or she knew she'd fall if she squared off against them at that moment. Closed-in space, not truly enough room for flashy spells without risking herself... yes, perhaps with a bit more area to work with, she might consider a fight. But for now, she seemed amenable to working side by side... at least until it suited her not to do so any longer.<br/><br/>Seeing Dean staring so hard at the drow - who was indeed quite fetching to the eye - Donovan chucked him in the shoulder to get his attention. "Focus," Donovan said... which, of course, was exactly what Dean was doing anyway. "...on the mission," Donovan added, to clarify before Dean had a chance to claim he was -already- quite focused.<br/><br/><br/>