In the span of a heartbeat, Methuseld returned to the chill Ice-Queen she had demonstrated herself to be from the onset. Ever since she had inserted herself into his and Dean's lives, she'd shown one moment of humanity... and that had been in the arms of Aza. Perhaps her anger now wasn't directed completely at Donovan - perhaps she was simply jealous that Dean had taken her place in bed with Aza. Or, based on his experience so far - perhaps Methuseld simply hated knights of any kind, the good ones - or the not-so-good ones.<br/><br/>Even his compliment had been like throwing oil on a flame. She didn't take it well at all, and perhaps she didn't take compliments well at all from anyone - or perhaps just from him. It was hard to tell. He possessed no powers to read minds. But a moment later, she was marching away, offering no chance for discussion, showing no signs of being interested in hearing another word from him. Shrugging slightly to himself, he followed.<br/><br/>A short time later, they found themselves at the helm. Donovan glanced around the massive deck, not seeing any immediate dangers, and then let his eyes scan the horizons. Dawn was indeed coming, and Donovan stood by the railing of the ship to get a better look around. Methuseld seemed to have the wheel under control, and Donovan silently hoped that whatever Dean was doing below, he'd finish up before they reached the dock... if they reached the dock at all.<br/>