The thing giggled at her, a laugh that seemed to carry through the room easily.  "Ah human," it said.  "Do you think money is an issue now?  You're carrying my child.  I possess wealth beyond imagination.  Or do you think this is the first city we've set upon with our tricks?  Worry not about money.  Tell me what you wish to have in return for your month of service as breeding, and it shall be yours.  And for your sibling, as well.  Tell me what a good wage would be for him."<br/><br/>The idea of them missing classes and the like mattered not at all to Xyveris.  It had no knowledge of such things as classes.  Perhaps they were a human invention, but whatever classes were, they were not a thing Xyveris cared about, nor worried about.