"The others?" Grishka repeated quizzically, glancing back at the wall that had moved back into place, then at the halfling again. "They're their own people once they've abstained from 'manufacturing' - as you so delicately put it - for a day or so." Her eyes drifted to the corridor again as she went on to explain "you'll see them in the manor only three times during the day; breakfast, which you were late for, lunch and dinner. In their current state, they only understand primitve urges and necessities. Speech is next to impossible, even on a meal break. The most I've gotten out of one is a sensual moan." She shook her head, shaking the thought of joining them from her mind. She knew it was impossible, atleast for her. Then her eyes refocused on Viloet. "Once their debt has been paid off I can fix them, their size that is. Though admittadly, some refuse or make special requests regarding it."