That hadn't accomplished what Aza had hoped. At all. The drow tipped over, but the other male didn't even blink; they were on each other again like those broadwinged carrion birds that followed the caravans waiting for something to drop behind, so they could fall on it and rip the still-living meat to bits, screaming. Obviously, the fox was not in a romantic mood.<br/><br/>She took in another breath, her little nose scrunched up in preparation to yap, but the sound of her indignation turned to a startled "mrph" when too-tall traipsed up behind her and scooped her from the floor, holding her out and cooing at her like she was a puppy.<em>...What?</em>her big eyes and ears clearly asked him, twisting around to watch the two on the floor begin to hasten free of their clothing as Dean went for the steps. It wasn't that Aza<em>liked </em>Sae'Ka or anything, but the woman was the only thing for miles with which Aza had any familiarity at all, and she was fairly sure the drow hadn't stolen her to skin her for her pelt or something equally mortal. With Dean, Aza had no such confidence, despite how sappily he was grinning at her as they vanished upstairs.<br/><br/>He did smell good, though. Better than she remembered from when they'd first appeared in the sorceress's bedchamber. Much better. She blinked up at him as he set her neatly in the tub and turned the spigot. The water wasn't nearly nice and hot as what ran in the Spire, of course, but it wasn't<em>cold </em>either, and it<em>would </em>be nice to be free of sand and the grime of the streets, so... she shut her eyes and sighed, yielding as his long fingers began to work a lather into her thick fur. After a moment she put her front feet up on the edge of the basin, leaning into him and his capable hands so he could reach that spot above her shoulderblades that was so hard to scratch, especially with the wide metal collar covering from the top of her chest to nearly the base of her skull. She pushed her head into his chest, breathing in the enticingly masculine scent of him beneath the harsher smell of the soap. The splash of the water almost covered the carrion-bird noises from downstairs, too.