"Tch! As if."
Rising up, Yasmin walked over and plopped onto his cot with him, then leaned over him and gave him a big, loud sniff. "Mmm, upon further assessment, yes! You're absolutely right! Why, you smell divine! Such sweet, sweet ambrosia that's getting my knickers all askew, that delicious Essence of Agrian." She didn't even know what knickers were, but she'd heard a foreigner use the phrase and hoped she was using it right!
"Nothing better than the scent of sour milk and camel sweat. Mm, mm, mmm!"