A grin broke across his snout as Scar sat on his haunches behind Hook. The voice of this female was familiar, he recognized it clearly as the one who'd gave him those little pieces of information about the Heartless. She had a foul air about her, the reek of the Heartless clung to her even more harshly than it did to the human man between them. She also had none of the scent of a human, though she was not entirely without a smell like the citizens were. She commanded a certain presence, much like royalty, if not even moreso.

He remained silent, biding his time. Of course, he hadn't been content to simply wait outside. That would have been quite boring, after all, and wouldn't have suited a King such as himself. The air inside had much of the same stink as the female did, along with all the...interesting...decorations.