"Their smell? Well..." he pondered the thought. How would he explain how the other nobles smelt? They did not literally smell... well, not all of them, so how would he sum up what he thought them to like? Taking too much time to decide would be odd. Jacob chose what he was going to say and then he said it, as all people tend to do.
"I may be hypocritical in suggesting such, but I think the vast majority of my fellow nobles smell like prideful arrogance." he said, well aware that he might be blind to his own smell. "I'm prone to overhearing talks about how the poor are filth, how they believe that people who break laws by stealing, by murdering, by speaking against an officer or nobility should all be executed because they're not worth the upkeep to contain them in a prison. To be hoenest, it's a stench more than anything, and I do need a breath of fresh air every once in a while. To calm the nerves and what have you."
Jacob glanced back to where the woman was. "Forgive myself if I went on for too long." he spoke. "But... did that answer your question to your satisfaction?"