Presenting himself to be searched, Xarces isn't entirely certain what to expect. Though given that his companions where all standing behind him, he didn't assume things would end up going very far. Either way he was willing to do what needed to be done to see this woman satisfied with her inspection. When his bag is taken, he rattles off a list of the various items that should be stored within to the guardswoman as she begins removing things.<br/><br/>His attention is soon pulled from his belongings, the moment Dura's eyes meet his. The glitter in her eye told him much, much about the treatment he was about to receive. Things start off innocently enough at first, but as her soft flesh brushes against him, breasts squishing against his toned frame, Xarces cannot help but feel a bit of excitement, anticipation as things move forward. "Your hands feel quite lovely Dura." he compliments her as those very same hands dip beneath layers of clothing to run across his smooth flesh below. In a sense it was like torture to him, having such a beauty this close, running her delicate hands all over him, and here he was unable to return the favor. Standing with his hands out to the sides, submitting to her will, her demands as she steps forward to bring their bodies even closer together. The idle threats that she had made earlier where still fresh in his mind, mixing and mingling with his time with the shadowy women, the supposed destiny his body had been enhanced for.<br/><br/>When her hips press into him, or rather his against hers, he gasps sharply. Biting his lower lip in restraint he murmurs "Mmm please, take your time."  Just as it seems he is about to see to what lengths this search shall go, was she going to slip her hands beneath the fabric of his pants? Ask him to remove them entirely, or simply pat over and on top of them? These thoughts are quickly chased from his mind as the sound of combat breaks out behind him. Not entirely sure what was going on, and not wanting to leave Dura's embrace, hoping very deeply that she wouldn't stop so soon. The bard remains, for the time, under the mercy of Dura.