"Please, get out." He said after a while. "I already know your smell and your presence just makes things harder for me."
'I will smell this stuff in my nightmares!' Protector inwardly added.
"Fine, but don't go snooping in my drawers. I mean it." She grunted and left, making him wonder what she could possibly hide.
The lingering scents in the room were still strong but at least now Ryman could perceive even the subtle difference between the bundles of the same herb based on their drying stages and sniff around for anomalies.
'The good thing about this situation is that any musky or manly smell will stick out like a sore thumb.' He thought, moving toward his best shot: the laundry basket. 'Damn, Jinx is no slob. Nothing here is older than a day or two.
'I have only one arrow left in my quiver.'
