"Let's get down to business, to defeat Norway." Macbeth crossed his arms, studying over the sad souls who had come to help him fight the two wars heading to Scotland. "Did they send me daughters--" His eyes scanned before landing on Lady Macbeth, currently disguised as a man. "--I asked for men today." Ah, yes, 'he' had been giving them a lot of trouble. "You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot," he mocked, starring right at the women. "And you haven't got a clue..." He sighed, shaking his head, deliberately talking right at the hidden girl. "How could I make a man out of you?"