Claes is in shock.
His eyes rake over your body in shock. He came into your tent to drag you out and drink. Not to see...some woman...Not to mention the woman looked nothing like the women of the land they just conquered. This woman looked like a woman from Solas...
But soon after, he smells your scent from the woman. Soon, he comes to the realisation that the woman was you. With the same face and hands that he teased the general for.
Claes has always suspected you of being a woman, but he never would've expected you to be a real woman. Your face, hands everything resembled a woman.
Everything is falling into place.
You are a woman.
Not just a feminine man but a woman. He stood there frozen in shock. The alcohol in his system almost immedietly leaving. Sobering up.
"G-general...? Is that you...?"
He mumbles quietly. He wants some type of closure. He needs confirmation that you're not this woman. The man he's trusted for so long, the man he took so many advices from, the man who helped the empire flourish, just couldn't be a woman.