Prince Tarkus turned his head slightly, considering the words.<br/><br/>"Ah! Yes. You found an applicant rather quickly, Abdullah , considering the request."<br/><br/>He turned in Aisha's arms. Face to face with her, he looked into her eyes.  He could hardly help but smile. She had been his constant companion, in both pleasure and his musings. She had been almost all of his sexual education, and the reason he was so hungry for it now.  He touched her cheek and kissed her neck once before stepping from her embrace.<br/><br/>"Yes, now would be fine." He stepped closer across the huge room, holding the prince's many treasures and comforts.<br/><br/>He looked Hassan over, crossing his arms. He watched his eyes, seeing the degree in which they might wander to his nude consort at the far edge of the room.<br/><br/>"I feel maligned to ask if you understand what you're getting into."<br/><br/>When he was hastily reassured by Abdullah that Hassan volunteered almost gleefully, he nodded.<br/><br/>"I have a situational hypothetical case for you, young Hassan." He said, walking closer to him, beginning to circle him, expecting that he not face him or direct to him eye contact. He was not his advisor yet, so he did not get that privilege.<br/><br/>"I give you a direct command, that you are NOT to disturb me. I say that under no circumstance am I to be disturbed. Yet later you smell smoke, hear panicked screaming, and have a bad feeling about what's going on within. Do you enter?"