They paid no mind to what they saw as a servant - a concubine would be treated much better than that, so why acknowledge him? Besides, they needed to focus on the next phase - the sultry poses in the bedroom, spreading out on the sheets, making good use of the pillows...

... Which is why they wore mirror looks of confusion when they entered what appeared to be an office space. What were they doing here? ... Maybe he just had odd ideas of pleasure, they could work with that.

"We owe you a great deal of gratitude, o Sultan." Poe said with a sweeping bow.
"Indeed... however can we... repay you?" Magica asked, crossed arms under her bust, the innuendo so obvious even the deaf, dumb and blind would have noticed.