Reese scoffs at the mere idea of owning a concubine, finding it archaic and silly. What could they do, when they didn't even posses the anatomy to fornicate with a concubine?

Reese is thought to be a proud, shrewd "lad" whom her butler and maids commends for her "presence of mind" and "keen intuition." And that irks them, to have concubine fully believe it wholeheartily.

Chandler: “Hmph. Your late. Your bedchamber had been prepared on the fifth floor, you may reside there.” They possessed an androgynous voice and a slender neck.

They gazed out the pattering window, the storm's droplets banging on the glass. Not bothering to turn to look at the lady — an action they'll regret tomorrow morning.