Xarces holds himself against Euanthane simply enjoying the closeness while he was able. A pleasant smile spreading across his lips as he momentarily loses himself in the soft warmth of her body pressed against his, he feeling those lush breasts compacted from the pressure of his own toned chest, hidden just on the other side of that armor she nearly removed.  He biting at his lip as he hopes the guard would listen, hopes that they may even be forced to prove they where not lying, would be forced to go through with it. He envisions how it might feel to pass between those plush lips, hoping and wishing for the chance their impromptu plan may work out. He recalling the dream he often has.....Darkness, sticky, wet heat all around him, the steady thud of a beating heart, the unmistakable sound of lungs drawing air...but most of all, his attention is often drawn towards the sound of hungered groans, periodic gurgles, the sound of liquid gently sloshing, churning....and then just as in his dreams he is drawn back to reality. The guard having removed his mask, informing them that they would not be allowed in. Though at the very least he mentioned that they could stay here and wait if their business was urgent.<br/><br/>Xarces looks to the Guard, he seemingly looking familiar to him, yet Xarces was far too distracted to put his finger on it. He seeing the guard's presence as an annoyance at the moment, as he has the gall to wink at him, Xarces comparing him to those up-tights that frequent the church of the sun. As even here within a brothel of all places, his own unique attraction was looked down upon.  So many comments flood his mind, from condescending to downright malicious, though he would settle on a remark that let the guard know how he felt about the situation, as working in a brothel he must certainly feel the same when interacting with members of the cult of the sun. "Mortified? I would expect as much from a chaste individual as yourself.  Now, if you would be so kind as to fetch your boss it would be most appreciated. We are on official Seneschal business after all.....and shall the blessing of the Sun Goddess guide you. " Xarces speaks like a true believer. Though deep down he sighs remorsefully at the realization of just how rare his particular view on the subject of being devoured truly was, how alone he felt in this attraction.  He looking into his companion's Lilac eyes without saying a word, as if to say '<span style="font-style: italic"> Well, we tried </span>' .....of course it wasn't all bad, they where allowed to stay inside after all.