Donovan shook his head slowly at her accusations. "Fine. My promises have no meaning - but I'll prove it to you when we get you back home," he said. "And yes, Dean and I steal together, house together... and sometimes sail together. But we're alike in some ways... and very different in others. It would be like me accusing you and the general of being the same, as well... you both serve the vizier..."<br/><br/>Donovan shrugged slightly when she asserted he hadn't seen anything like her before. "Well, you're right on that account," he agreed. But I meant you... covering yourself. Hiding your... your goods. I've seen them before, aplenty, just not on you," he added, realizing how awkward that all sounded. "I know of some shapeshifters, but never heard of a fox before. I guess I shouldn't be surprised."<br/><br/>To his surprise, though, she put her hand in his and let him help her to her feet. She -commanded- him to bring her to the clothes he referred to, and as he released her hand - or did she yank it away? - he bowed low to her. "Your majesty," he said in a deep, breathy voice - obviously playful. "Right this way..."<br/><br/>He led her across the deck - or at least, he headed in that direction, assuming she would accompany him if she didn't want her tender-bits to be getting a bit chilled. Near the fore of the boat was a door that led to what would normally be the captain's quarters, which would normally be the most comfortable room on the ship. It was... a room, for certain, and it was indeed where Donovan or Dean might rest if they needed to. The interior was sparse, lit only by a small lamp that Donovan took a moment to ignite as he stepped in. There was a bed in a cubby of sorts in the corner, as well as a single dresser, a desk, and some shelves that were currently empty.<br/><br/>"In the chest of drawers there, you'll find various clothing bits. Most likely they'll all be a bit big... my size, or Dean's size, even though Dean doesn't -really- have a size that-...," he paused, not really sure how to explain it. Donovan was as much a man as the next one, but Dean was something else entirely, able to morph and change and shift and alter himself in numerous ways.<br/><br/>"Anyway, even a little big, it should help a bit. There should be a belt or two in there that you can use to tighten a shirt to you or a pair of pants. Whatever you need to us - go ahead," he said.<br/><br/>"I will go check on the others while you dress... unless you have any other 'commands' you wish to give me, your highness?" he asked in a playfully sarcastic tone. She -did- seem rather... uppity, much like Methuseld... as if serving the vizier made his attitude rub off on them.<br/>