"Chasing skirts... as compared to the fool throwing a bomb into a charged atmosphere, into a crowd of hungry, angry, terrified catgirls, women who's minds and bodies were changed against their wills in an act of violation and evil that is now spreading further and wider than ever before." Alsten's voice becomes darker and more enraged the further he gets in his tirade. His eyes blaze up, fiery wrath in them, barely controlled, barely held in check.<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment to contain his own dark rage, Alsten takes a breath to cool his furor, before proceding in a far more controlled, if not calmer voice. "That skirt, that catgirl was a connection, there was communication on some level, and if all I needed to do to keep a possible translator and subject to willingly test the cure on was to fuck her senseless however I pleased, would it have bothered you to have all of that access and utility ready and following along?"