Donovan stood there before the much smaller Aza-in-human form, looking down at her almost mesmerized as she spoke. Her accent, her voice... he began to suspect it had magical properties, but he did nothing to stop it, he simply continued to listen even as she opened his palm - and smoothly laid hers against it. His hands looked simply enormous compared to her smaller ones, and immediately he remembered something Dean had told him one time about women with smaller hands....,<em>"They sure do make your cock look -enormous- when they stroke it..."</em><br/><br/>Donovan cleared his throat - and his thoughts.<br/><br/>Her skin slid slowly, smoothly against his, her fingertips - smooth and gentle like someone's who had never worked a day of hard labor in their life - brushed against the fleshy part of his palm, sending shivers down his spine.<br/><br/>Then Aza shared some interesting information about the collar, and that broke him out of his malaise a bit. Interesting bits of information to file away for later remembrance...<br/><br/>Then he nodded in response to her question. "My hands, always," he said, "Though I can make them as hard as stone, if necessary. But no, I can not 'shape' them like Dean can..."<br/><br/>And then she yawned in his face.<br/><br/>And then she leaned her head forward and tucked her head sideways against his chest, nuzzling his shirt, muttering the barely audible declaration that she was tired. Donovan stood there a moment feeling quite awkward before he finally decided what to do.<br/><br/>He leaned over slightly, and slipped his hands beneath her, swooping her up into his arms in one smooth motion. A few strides, and he was at the edge of the bed. Leaning over one more time, he gently settled her upon the bed's surface. "Sleep," he commanded, not knowing that Dean had given that very same command moments ago in the hold. Donovan pulled his arms out from under her, pulled the corner of the single blanket up and over her, then turned to leave.<br/><br/>He felt Dean approaching, and quickly made his way through the door so that he could meet his Shadow on the ship's deck where they could speak, hopefully, without -any- of the women overhearing....<br/>