He was glad he was dozing, as otherwise the look of utter confusion and loss would have likely made any of the local females feel the urge to try and cheer him up. This was a completely unexpected development, and he wasn't sure what he could do about it, as he had no idea what was causing it. It was a scent, yes, but because he didn't understand where he had acquired this unusual ability, he was, for one of the few times in his life, unable to commit to an action. Logic dictated that the epic mage armor spell, which would wrap him in a complete field of thin force walls, should stop it, but he also was able to breathe through the spell, which meant air passed freely through it. More esoteric means would be needed to prevent it from working, until he figured out what part of him was causing it, and could get it to stop, but until he was back in his lair, he was unwilling to commit to a course of action.<br/><br/>He sighed in vexation, though part of him was glad he was in such a small population center. If he had dropped out in a larger city, the effect would be much, much worse. He winced, as he realized that inaction would be as bad as actively taking advantage of it, and wrestled with what to do with it for the night, before deciding that poaching one was better than poaching all of them, and would take up one of the 'lesser' priestesses on her offer for companionship. That would hopefully cause his pheromones to stop being produced, entirely if he was lucky, and just drop if he wasn't.<br/><br/>The next morning, he had breakfast, and asked if he could look around outside the temple area, with maybe one of the priestesses as a guide to ensure he didn't either get lost, or collapse. He figured that request would cause a fight among the females for the 'pleasure and right' to escort him, but he had one priestess in mind, one of the older, mature ones that had swung by last night.