"Well, I will say I'm more convinced over the compatibility thing. So I got one last question for you, and then I gotta get home before my wife completely flips her shit." Greedly said in a depressed tone.

Plunder started snickering, but quickly stopped when Greedly gave him a rather severe look.

"Well, spit it out then." Plunder shut his eyes as he relaxed a bit in his chair.

"I'm gonna admit this one is a little shallow..."

Plunder opened one eye suspiciously. He had an idea where Greedly was going with this, and he didn't think he'd care for it much.

Greedly frowned for a second before speaking.

"Her face..."

"What about it?" Plunder said in a dangerously neutral voice.

"Why doesn't she fix it?"

"Why doesn't she fix it." Looten repeated flatly. He opened both his eyes and tilted his head up, staring at the ceiling. He was silent for a while.

Greedly sighed. "Look, I know she had an accident that caused it, and I know it wasn't her fault. Fine. But it's been nine years. Can't she go see a plastic surgeon or something?"

Plunder continued to stare at the ceiling, unblinking.

"Jesus, never mind then." Greedly turned to go.

Plunder stood up.

"You want to know why?"

Greedly stopped. "Yes."

"There isn't a single doctor in the world that can fix those scars."

He looked surprised. "So she's looked into it then?"

"She didn't have to."

Greedly furrowed his brow, not quite understanding.

Plunder sighed. He wasn't going to explain. If Greedly couldn't figure it out, then that was his problem.

"Look, keep this conversation to yourself, alright?"

Hoggish Greedly smiled somewhat bitterly.

"Who would I tell?"

Then he left.

Plunder stepped out into the dim hallway.

He honestly doubted that Greedly would tell anyone, as his rather acrimonious response indicated. Looten had detected an undercurrent of jealousy in the other man throughout the majority of their conversation, and knowing Greedly, that was something he'd rather not share. He knew his and Blight's relationship had a very different foundation than Greedly's relationship with his wife, and that was something Plunder knew that Greedly regretted. But he was stubborn; Hoggish would never admit to that, and he honestly thought that if he lied to himself often enough, than he would actually believe it and be happy in his marriage.

It was one of the few times Looten Plunder genuinely felt sorry for somebody.

Plunder took a few more steps into the darkness and paused. He shifted his gaze to the left and smiled wryly.

"How long have you been listening?"

"Long enough." She purred.

"Did I do an adequate job?"

"Oh, yes..." Dr. Blight silently wrapped her arms around him from behind. "It was quite adequate. And a bit enlightening."

"Oh?"

She shifted around to face him and pulled his tie down, causing him to lean over a little. Twirling the tip of his ponytail affectionately with her fingers, she grinned.

"I think we should discuss this further in my lab."

"Research?"

"Lots of it."