[Poggio]

Idly his hand moved to his collar and slipped past the fabric. "I understand that if every one had the most fashionable disease known to man, there would be no man left to feed it." He shifted in his seat. Instead of looking at the man in front of him, he gazed at Ambrosias reflection in his cup. "I understand there are those born with it, those that will do anything to have it, and those that are abducted and forced into it. We are all human on some level or another. You can still bleed and produce children. " He fell into silence for a long time. "Is there anything else you want to teach me?"