[... Good. Someone here had manners. (And... rather disgustingly pale skin. Strange, that the color could look perfectly beautiful on a white jinba but so unnatural on a man.)

To cover her brush with embarrassment over thinking he'd be doing far more disrobing, Hayame snatches the fabric from his hand and, careful to maintain a rather intimidating degree of baleful eye contact.... brings it to her nose to inhale slow and purposefuly, filling her senses with his scent.

Something tangy like a citrus fruit... The overarching fragrance of Venera... A hint of spice that pricked in the back of her nose... Man... and then something wrong, and strange, like meat from a hunt left to cure when it was still mostly fresh... but not fully. One of her brows raises, looking for some explanation in his appearance. His ears were misshapen slightly... he was pale... but that means nothing definitive for her beyond "perhaps not human", something that happens in this place.

Or perhaps he prefers not to cook his meals. For now, she doesn't ask.]

I will teach you the glamor... But know this. My nose is keen. If you do try to betray me... if you try to trick me with that cowardly magic... I will know you still.

[She just warns, one last step before she's willing to share what she had been taught herself.]