waiting for the windshield on the freeway

"Anal sex?" asks Zeon, frowning.

"Yes," Isurd answers him, as excitable as he's ever been on anything quite like this particular topic. "It's a surprise tool that will help us later."

"And this was your idea?"

"No. It was mine."

Teach isn't smiling. Zeon isn't sure if he's happy. But, the particular semi-slouch of his elbows as his hands fold neatly behind his back suggests a bit of intrigue...for later, isn't that right?

"This is ridiculous," Zeon mutters to Isurd.

"So I'm told," the strategist replies lightly.

What's that they called it in the city? Procreation?

Sure. Sounds useful.