Andros had maintained his usual demeanor at first upon their arrival, though he had to cock an eyebrow curiously at the women who had been sent to greet them.  Everything about the group seemed to reek of sensuality, even their scent as it traveled to his nose.  This, of course, only caused him to purse his lips gently as he watched them closely, both with growing interest and a touch of suspicion.<br/><br/>This seemed almost too good to be true.  He had learned long ago that when something seems such, it usually is.  He kept his opinion to himself for the time being, however, not wishing to cause any unnecessary stress to their relations.  After all, it could simply be that things were exactly as they seemed.  But he didn't let his guard down, not yet, though his face remained stoic and unreadable.  Thankfully he had learned long ago not only to read others, but to shield his own mind from intrusion.  As he watched the women, he kept his mind open to any stray thoughts that might drift from them, trying to ascertain their intentions.