Dean paused in whatever it was he’d been about to do long enough to watch the wizard plop back over the side of the boat. Fuck, he thought with more than a hint of sadness, she isn’t drenched. Moisture tended to do such *amazing* things to clothes. Not that this newcomer was leaving much to the imagining with her posturing. Rather than attempt to throw her over the boat again, Dean paused to scruff his chin thoughtfully.<br/><br/>“You know, I normally avoid the overt types. No real effort or struggle in it. Then again, there’s something to be said about real enthusiasm.” He wiggled his brows at her and extended his tongue – and damn if the thing didn’t fork a bit at the tip when he waggled it! “Alright then, if you would, please walk first down below. We need to make sure we’ve got this all settled and no one doing anything nasty….” He paused, trailing off, watching the dock vanish – foot by foot, the tide was carrying them away. Back, on the dock, he could sense the magical flavors of the plague he’d deliberately loosed taking hold.<br/><br/>Dean had known about the sick little girl for some time. Scouting out this mission had revealed quite a bit of the city’s dirty secrets to the Shadow, and she was far from the worst of them. Still, something felt substantially less satisfying murdering so many people without being there to sup on the accursed fruits of his labors. Shaking his head, clearing the odd emotions away, the Shadow moved sinuously back toward the wizard woman and gestured again, the dagger at his side still sheathed. “Come on lassy, down you go. We’ll talk, get all friendly, and make sure this journey doesn’t call for further violence, shall we?”<br/><br/>As he waited for the woman to comply, Dean couldn’t help but wonder what shenanigans might be going on below. The teenage boy part of his mind hoped for an orgy. The killer, on the other hand, was looking for something more like a blood bath. Plus an orgy. Because, well, orgies.<br/>