Two Blondies sat in a dark room, the only source of light coming from a large computer screen. The flickering light highlighted the two Blondies, enunciating their beautiful features and striking hair as they both concentrated on the screen.

Iason cupped his chin with his fingers as he concentrated on the computer screen, reading the statistics. Raoul Am, a Blondie and Iason's best friend, stood behind him, examining the data although Iason read out his thoughts anyway.

"Kira in A-C Troy suffered a fifty percent loss last month… That's unusual."

"There's no helping it," Raoul remarked, turning his back away from the screen to examine the rest of the room. "The lab there was half destroyed by a biohazard. It was such an obvious, foolish mistake. Using a Biotron of that class was a big waste of time."

"Well then, in the meantime," Iason began to type on the computer. "I'll let the lab near Rasshi take care of it. With Ringa there it should be all right within a month."

"You're severe as always, Iason," Raoul commented with a sly smile. "You might as well tell Ringa not to sleep."

"Like with Kira, there's no point talking to fools. That's all."

"So, who are you going to send to do something so pathetic?"

Iason suppressed a sigh, knowing what Raoul would say to his reply. "I'll have Katze go."

"That old furniture?" Raoul turned sharply to face Iason again, although Iason kept his gaze fixed on the screen. "That's another bold decision of yours."

"Raoul," Iason kept his voice quiet, keeping control of his impatience at how many times he had to explain this to his friend. "When I see someone with talent I make it a point not to concern myself with whatever their background might be. Whether it be one of your experiments or a slum mongrel, I'll use whoever I can as long as I can." Iason shrugged, knowing that Raoul still didn't support his decision. "I'm only saying that brainless ordinary grunts with only their pride and no abilities are unnecessary in the market."

"Don't misunderstand me," Raoul replied, taking note of Iason's edginess towards him. "I have no intention of challenging your way of doing things. There's no one else here I Tanagura who can keep the market as perfectly organised as you. Only, it's not quite favourable that you have to involve Eos in it as well."

"That's why I said I'm sick of fools."

"A pet is nothing more than an accessory to watch and enjoy," Raoul reminded Iason. "Whether it be an empty-headed nymphomaniac or some pervert interested in little boys, for the Master all that matters is if they're consistent."

"That's a difference of opinion, Raoul."

"Then why don't you show him at the Parties?" Raoul demanded, raising his voice as if to make his point pierce through Iason's judgement, although Iason simply remained staring at the computer screen.

"I will, someday," Iason replied calmly, entwining his fingers together and smiling slightly as he recalled his Pet. "After all; he's a vulgar, disgusting slum mongrel. It'll take time to make him act like a Pet."

"Iason, what are you scheming?"

Iason stood up from his chair and, holding his hands behind his back, went to face Raoul who was looking far from impressed by how this discussion was going.

"Isn't Kyle's new Pet from the Stella Quota?"

"Yes," Raoul said. "If it takes them three times as long at the auction it's considered proud. With a Stella Family in charge, a strict policy of sterility and a quote on breeding, there's a very low rate of reproduction. In the end, it's an effective limitation – though it isn't exactly normal for them to be so proud." Raoul paused as Iason glanced away from him, nodding thoughtfully. "Not that I think you would, but are you planning on sticking him on Kyle's Pet?"

Iason suppressed a smile at Raoul's assumptions, wondering how Riki would react to such a proposal. "If you mean Riki, in a roundabout way he is devastatingly beautiful. Though it may seem that way, he was arguably a rough gang leader back in the slums. I think it might be interesting to set a wolf with real fangs in among the domesticated flock. It might not be bad to evaluate the Quota Kyle's so proud of, either."

"Are you saying that slum trash can stand up to Stella's Quota?" Raoul asked, incredulous at Iason's implication.

"The livelier a party is, the more interesting, right?"