K'Pan backed up, leaning against the doorframe as the Jaffa entered. They grabbed O'Neill and held him between them. The human slave entered last, cowering as he passed K'Pan.
The man cleaned O'Neill thoroughly with a flower-scented liquid. Whatever he had been shaved with was either long lasting or permanent because his face was still as smooth as the first day, but the slave examined him anyway, in fear of punishment if O'Neill was not perfectly prepared for the Queen. The slave nodded, seemingly satisfied, and departed.
K'Pan silently led the Jaffa to Neith's door, nodding to the guards as the door opened and they were summoned in.
Neith, seated once again on her couch, strode regally down to greet her son. Her eyes glowed as he knelt before her.
"My Queen."
"My Son," she smiled, "is the host pleasing to you?"
"He is satisfactory, my Queen."
"I am pleased. And my consort, do you agree with my choice?"
"He is your choice, my Queen. If he pleases you, I am pleased."
Neith's smile widened, gesturing for him to rise. "My Son, you please me with your words. Whatever you request I will grant you."
"My Queen, you are too kind. My only request is to aid you in rebuilding your empire so that, one day, we can rule together."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Indeed! I have many plans for this one. You would aid me?"
"With joy." Daniel's face smiled, bowing slightly.
"Very well. I will inform you of my intentions this evening. You may supervise their process."
"Thank you, my Queen."
Neith nodded, eyes wandering to O'Neill. "Leave us. I will send for you when we are finished."
K'Pan bowed, smirking at O'Neill as he departed.