Cyrus, along with a majority of the room, watched as the waitress was disciplined in plain sight.  It would have been hard to miss her expression as she was punished.  Clearly she didn't mind it<em>that</em>much.  For a moment his mind wandered to what Lasciel stated earlier about the kittygirls' innate desire for sex.  In the back of his mind he felt the telepathic equivalent of a smug grin.<em>You should note that I never said you were wrong, just that we cannot allow the plague to continue.</em><br/><br/><em>"I think we should visit the monastery of my order nearby.    I am sure they have treated or attempted to treat those that have changed.   Perhaps my superiors there can offer us some insight to help us in the quest to find the cure."</em><br/><br/>He mulled it over in his mind for a moment before deciding that it was the best option he could think of at the moment.  "A potential lead away from competitors?  Sounds as good of a start as any."  Cyrus downed the rest of his mug in a few pulls before adding.  "I'm ready to go whenever you are."