Donovan watched with keen interest as Dean suddenly blasted forward - and Aza, like some dark disciple - prepared to receive him. In the space of a heartbeat the -two- shadows set to one another, each fighting for dominance and more. Donovan of course was 'rooting' for his dark half... it was the 'devil' he knew, after all, and Donovan had no idea what drove Aza, or what sort of personality she bore other than what he had witness in the past sixty seconds. But he knew Dean, and he knew if Dean won out, Donovan would at least know what to expect.<br/><br/>Donovan's attention was pulled to the side as Methuseld came dashing toward his position, her near-nudity grabbing his attention quite handily. He blinked, eyes glued to her as she moved over to his general area, though not -too- close, of course. He could imagine her fear of him, afraid he would grab her and try to have his way with her. The thought then -did- cross his mind, but was summarily dismissed. Rape wasn't Donovan's way.<br/><br/>He snorted when she 'covered' herself modestly. Perhaps that meant that the general was 'back' now, rather than being controlled by her lusts. It was interesting to note that the woman -had- any, but perhaps now it made more sense. Perhaps her desires were aimed only toward women. Donovan had no issue with that, despite the deep sense of disappointment he felt at the idea, his eyes taking in her curves one more time. What a pity.<br/><br/>"Can I -stop- this?" he repeated to the general, "You seemed to be enjoying yourself rather... deeply, general. I figured you would want it to -go on-," he called out to her, teasing a bit. Then his head turned back to face the swirling darkness around and above the bed. "But no... I can't. I've been... depleted, for the most part," he warned.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid this is just going to have to play itself out to the bitter end..."<br/>