"I'd like the other one."

You have been offered the possibility of assuming the role of a nobleman. So you might some advantage out of it. And to be an authentic aristocrat, don't you have to be a little demanding?

The minister stops in his tracks and turns around. "The other what?"

"The other guard." You try to imitate the voice of someone who is used to getting what he wants. And at the moment, it is quite clear what you want: Judging by how she-soldiers treated you at the gates respectively, spending the night in proximity to the blonde should be a lot more pleasant than near the other one.

The minister frowns deeply, obviously not pleased with his strange guest. "And why that?"