While Methuseld and Donovan tried to out-snark the other, the fox waited quietly against the far wall. Mostly quietly, anyway; at one point Aza accidentally swallowed some blood and made an inadvertent little retching bark, just as Donovan was explaining how his 'friend' enjoyed raping not only bodies but<em>minds </em>and<em>souls</em>. This just kept getting better, huh? Dean knew what Aza was, and after sex, he allegedly liked to eat souls. Donovan went on to mention setting Aza free, and then she had to wonder if the<em>chance </em>of being assaulted in an alleyway was more appealing than the<em>near certainty</em>of being assaulted on a boat.<br/><br/><em>Someone's here</em>, she realized, just before the knock above deck. Donovan shushed her, which was strangely humiliating along with everything else the night had brought her, and she just stared at him as he hastened up to the door.<br/><br/>Was this her chance? To do what? She sidled after Donovan to eavesdrop, casting a glance at the trussed and gagged general as she passed. Ears sharp as a real fox's tipped towards the conversation above.<br/><br/>Aza didn't like what she heard up there: a trembling female voice, sweet and timid, pitched perfectly to elicit sympathy and mercy. And then quickly -- too quickly -- came the implication of sex into the bargain. Before the offer of magical talents, even! The blonde girl, if a girl she was, was lying. If anyone knew anything about sex and lying and illusions, it was Aza. And there was only room for one magical sexy liar on<em>this </em>boat.<br/><br/>She was about to interrupt, buff-colored hackles raised and a low growl already forming in her throat, when Soul-Raping Dean landed on the deck. Before anyone else might speak, or perhaps bite some trollopy elf on the leg, he unmoored the vessel and set them into the current.<br/><br/>She really didn't like Dean anymore.<br/><br/>Maybe there was somewhere on this horrible boat to hide.