Gaist's slitted eyes examined each of the harem girls. Being a regular visitor to the royal harem, both were known to him but perhaps not as much as they could have been. He was aware that the regent favored them, as evidenced by their place next to the throne.  It's not that he was repulsed by them or even found them unattractive, but he refused to partake of them so long as they bore the regent's leaverage.<br/><br/>He gave them a slight smile, now open to fully appreciate all of their assets. The smile left when the ambassador, in scantily clad state, approached the empress. Her garb was very enticing, not the kind of thing an ambassador wore, and the manner in which she moved suggested her talents lied outside of the negotiating table and in the bedroom. And when she bowed and gave Eclypsia that lustful stare, it almost made his blood boil. This woman was clearly hitting on the Empress and doing it without an ounce of shame. He shot thebrunette a fierce glare in return for the look she gave the Empress.<br/><br/>His anger was mixed with confusion when she smoothed out her tunic. Being possessed of an exceptional sense of smell, he caught a whiff of something he couldn't quite place. This was a woman standing before him, but there was something else that smelled akin to a man. Maybe her scent got mixed with a man's or perhaps he was misplacing the source, but he could not shake the strange feeling he got from that strange scent.<br/><br/>He leaned down so he could whisper into the Empress' ear, "Be weary of this woman. I can't place it, but I smell something queer about her."<br/><br/>(Just to note, I'm using queer in it's original context, not a racial slur.)