The reaction to a spell attack was instantaneous. Dean shifted his stance and slipped forward, literally blocking Donovan from harm (as contrary to character as that might sound). Bringing his forearm up, Dean reached inward and pulled at the power he expected his ally to offer.<br/><br/>It came in a trickle, but it came.<br/><br/>Donovan’s Glory lightened his skin and eyes, made the world around him seem brighter, filled with hope. The Shadowed Glory within Dean reacted the opposite; the man *deepened* and the shadows around him gained magnificent, rich depth. His once statuesque body became more sharply angled and his eyes a slate grey. When the woman’s admittedly weak spell brushed across his skin, Dean’s innate resistance to Spellcraft kicked in, acting as a shield that deflected the energy into a corona around him and the man behind him.<br/><br/>Despite their differences and arguments, Dean’s protection of his Knight was utter and absolute, his eyes turning as cold and hard as agates as he stared at the woman across the hall from them. When he spoke, his voice was edged with a threat every bit as palpable as his natural lust, “I’ll kill you where you stand, pretty. Kill you in a heartbeat. We just came for the jewels. I don’t know why you’re here early, or why you look like a drow, but believe me I can do it.”<br/><br/>If this was, indeed, Zozo, Dean was *not* sure he could kill her, even if Donovan loosed the full power of the being within him. Still, Dean was an excellent bluffer. Plus, the drow crossbow he had aimed at those magnificent breasts might have helped punctuate the point.<br/>