"I'm a Kuzuryu," she repeated again, this time with subtle but insistent weight to the word. "And the first one to serve anything other than a Daimyou. We're bred and raised to do anything our master wishes to do." She frowned a little, dropping her gaze. "I. I was bred and raised like that. And my children will be, too, and their children...if I can find a man who can accept that. Or maybe Danna-sama will help me select a donor. I haven't decided yet."

While the alcohol was obviously beginning to loosen her normal restraint, she had sidestepped that particular inquiry so many times over the years that the response was practically a reflex. "Danna-sama is a private man, so I can't give his name out as frivolously as my own. Sorry, Iori-kun, but not telling you was part of my travelling habits. Danna-sama is an important man, but if nobody knows who or how important, then ransom situations can never arise."