Dismiss him so you can look around.

Alex decides he may never have a better opportunity, so he dismisses B'lail, as requested.

"Now if I can only find my way to the office," thinks Alex, as he proceeds into the heart of the royal palace.

Walking past priceless works of art and beautiful tapestries, Alex tries to appear unimpressed, as if he has seen it all a million times, but he can't help but wonder what it would be like to grow up in the midst of such luxury. Who's to say that if he hadn't grown up with money to burn, power so readily available, and women more than eager to spread their legs for him, that he wouldn't have turned out just like K'han?

As he turned a corner, he jumped as he heard a voice. It was Agent Davis, speaking to him through his dental communicator.

"Hey, Alex, we may have a bit of a problem," he says.

Recovering from the surprise, Alex looks both ways to confirm he is alone before responding.

"What is it, Davis?"

"It's Sabina," came the response.

Alex stopped in his tracks. Sabina? Immediately, all the sexual acts of the past 18 hours replayed in his mind, and he felt incredibly low to be unfaithful to his girlfriend. His heart skipped a beat; was something wrong with her now? How could he ever forgive himself if something happened to her while he was playing the life of an unscrupulous horndog?

"What happened to her? Can you get me out of here?"

"It's nothing like that," reassures Davis. "But she is being very persistent, trying to get ahold of you. We've told her you are on assignment, but she insists on speaking to you right away. What should we tell her?"

Alex's guilt answers for him. "Of course I'll talk to her. Set up a time and let me know. I'll make sure I'm in a place where I can talk."

"Just how 'alone' do you need to be?" asks Davis. "Want me to arrange for some romantic background music so the two of you can have 'some time'? There's this band from the 90's -- the Mellow Iguanas -- they were never too popular, but their music can really put you in the mood! I never have phone sex without their stuff playing in the background..."

As Davis prattles on, Alex looks around him, realizing he has gotten distracted and is not entirely sure he knows where he is.

"Will you shut up?" he says, trying to stop the stream-of-consciousness that is buzzing through his communicator. "The last thing I need on my mind now is what stuff is playing while you are playing with your stuff! You are going to get me killed if I lose my concentration!"

If Davis is offended, it doesn't show. "Yeah, no sweat. Concentrate away! Hey, while I'm thinking about it.... Can you tell me whether that flight attendant shaves her snatch? I bet she does. I've got £5 riding on it in the office pool."

Alex again loses his way and doubles back down the last hallway.

"You are betting on whether some chick shaves her pubes?! Davis, you are supposed to be keeping me alive, not running some kind of pool--"

Alex's words are cut off as he rounds a corner and crashes into a woman, knocking both of them to the ground.

Trying to compose himself, Alex jumps up, brushing himself off. The woman appears to be a housekeeper. She is reaching for a feather duster that apparently fell from her hand in the tumble. At the sight of Alex, she looks frightened.

"Your Highness! I beg your forgiveness! I did not see you! This is my fault, entirely!"

Without thinking, Alex immediately reaches out to help her get up before realizing that the real prince probably would never do such a thing. The woman notices this too, and her look of terror is replaced by confusion and surprise. She stands, straightening her skirt and averting her eyes from Alex's.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I heard you say something about the pool. Is there something wrong with one of them?"

Alex searches his mind for a suitable answer to salvage this situation.