Aisha did not startle him, as it would have surprised him more if she hadn't come to his side. She was a dutiful consort, sexy and eager to please. When she was first presented to him, he could not imagine ever needing another. He was young and ignorant then, at least he saw himself as more so then than now. The knowledge that he would almost be forced to take a few more women into his harem, lest a scandal erupt that he was not man enough to handle more, he had become more and more distant from Aisha. After all, why grow too close to her when he knew he would be forced to split his attentions. While he was not concious that today was like to be the day his second consort was brought to him, he did not count the days with trepidation as Aisha likely did.<br/><br/>He hardly flinched away from her though. Her touch was as soft as it had ever been. Her skin as inviting and her form as alluring. He did not turn though, he merely let her pay her attentions to him as he watched the bustling city below.<br/><br/>A hand touched hers as it wrapped around his hips. A casual touch, just to show it was not as though he were unhappy with her. "Every day this palace crumbles from the great bastion I grew up knowing it to be. When will it end."  He said distantly. Tarkus' hand reached back to trail down her side and along her backside while still facing out over the railing.