"Oooh." His expression goes an odd combination of strained and dreamy when Jedao brings up the scent. "Is it worse than human women?"

They'd had to learn early and learn the hard way not to react to that, at least not outwardly, but he still remembers the first time one of their female commanders had examined them on parade while in estrus. Remembers being instantly, achingly hard at the scent of her and wanting desperately just to throw himself at her. Remembers the three boys who'd broke ranks being shocked back into line and beaten bloody for it later. The barracks had been a chaotic mess or horny, confused and frustrated pre-teens that night.