Methuseld raised a quizzical pale eyebrow at Dean. Yes, obviously some fun. And some things. Things which left him looking a little.... drained. Not at all as threatening as his former self, for which she was glad. It looked like she'd get no more out of him for the time being, and the general gave a quiet huff of confusion before settling back to finish the preparations she'd been working on before she was interrupted by her own unexpected fit of mirth. Her face hurt; she would do it good to not look at the demon-boy for the time being.<br/><br/>Calloused, muscled hands worked over snake-like rough ropes, pulling, hauling, tightening; a few more minutes went past with Dean working alongside her, the sun rising against the dark gray-blue desert sands while they discussed plans. "Perhaps they are after<em>you</em>, but I should remind you both that they still expect to find me either dead or a prisoner, and likely the latter. Not that I wish to be returned to the Vizier's, except for vengeance. If indeed agents scour the lands looking for us, it might be wise to maintain some semblance of my capture... For show, of course," she added quickly and rather threateningly; the thought of being chained up again,<em>ever</em>, was as repulsive to her as any of Dean's demonic summonings from last night. But what was absent from the general was any form of disagreement over traveling together. For the time being, it made quite a bit of sense. If she were alone and discovered, she may be expected to come back to the Vizier, and if she fought back, she would likely succumb to their numbers eventually. Not to mention his Sorceress may wish to know how the Vizier's pet escaped her magical shackles and attempt to capture her for study. What a lovely that<em>that</em>was...<br/><br/>"I agree, we must stay together for now. Once the girl emerges we shall..." Methuseld noticed a small, sky-colored fox emerge from the shadows, and before she could protest there was a furry projectile launching itself at her. Arms came out quickly and caught the thing somewhat harshly, though they instantly softened the moment Methuseld sensed a yearning desire to be snuggled and petted. She was not one for such things generally, but she did her best, pulling the magical fox-woman against doublet-clad bosom and running a hand over fur gently. "Back to the fox, are we, girl?" She asked awkwardly, the memory of what had taken place between them just earlier that day still fresh in her mind, taking root and unsettling her. She didn't know why she'd been so overcome by lust - had no idea that her own armor had had a part to play.<br/><br/>Pulled from the confusing remembrances, Methuseld noticed woman-Aza emerge as well. Nearly dropping the fox in confusion, she stared accusingly for a good couple of seconds - had this always been the case? Some sort of illusion to make her think there was only ever one being? Or did they split? Or something else entirely? Bah, magic! Curse it all. "I see Dean is not the only one to come away from the captain's quarters transformed..." The two did not seem to be that chummy, huffing at each other and generally treating the other as one might an annoying sibling (something Methuseld remembered all too well). But the brief scrap ended with the pale-furred creature once more curling up against her to return to the serious matter of cuddling, the blonde awkwardly attempting to return the favor without seeming too enamored by the softness of the warm furry thing against her. It was hard to take herself seriously while petting a fox, though she made a valiant effort.<br/><br/>"If we leave now, we will need to know where we are going. We will need food, supplies..." Methuseld left out the part about wanting to purchase a horse, though horses for all of them would make the travels to wherever-land easier, even in the surrounding deserts.<br/><br/>