Dylan sat in the waiting room impatiently, arms folded across his chest. Nearby Aranince casually picked the dirt out from underneath her nails.
"How much longer is this going to -" Dylan began when the door opened.
Medea sauntered into the room, closing the door behind her. A delighted smile was on her face.
"Both are fertile," she said smugly.
"Then we have a deal? You can keep me male permanently?"
"Yes," Medea replied.
She walked over to a drawer, which she opened, and pulled out a flat oval with an intricate design. This is placed with the design down at the base of his neck and intoned something under her breath. Dylan drew in his breath sharply at the momentary pain.
"There," Medea said, pulling the oval away. "The mark this leaves appears to be a tattoo to the untrained eye - which are plentiful, I assure you - but it is in fact, a ward. It will preotect any gender-changing powers or spells of any description."
"Thank you," Dylan said standing up.
"Also..." Medea continued. "There is the matter of the second vampire. I only asked for one."
"Keep hi - her."
"I intend to. But I do not like to owe debts," Medea said.
She flicked her fingers and a small objects appeared in her hand, which she held out to Dylan.
"This is a tower."
"I can see that," Dylan replied, greatly unimpressed at the minature stone tower.
"When you find a location you would like to put it, stand it up right in the centre of the place and say 'tower home, tower grow'. Make certain you pick a spot large enough of course. You want a place, hmm, about as wide as the house on the corner."
Dylan tiltled his head curiously as he glanced out the window.
"It comes fully furnished," Medea added. "I believe it is a suitable trade. And of course, should you ever find any other creatures that Friday has altered, you will direct them to me, of course?"
Dylan hesitated a moment. So, this wasn't just a payment for the second vampire, but an expectation that he will send more... business her way.
"Of course," he agreed. "My thanks."
Medea nodded her head once, and Dylan left.
"Well, that was fun," Aranince said. "So out two ladies are what we want?"
"They are," Medea replied. "One is being taken down to the cells, the other I have supplied with my lastest werequeen formula."
"Is two going to be enough? I mean, the werequeen formula is a tad untested on fertile vampires..."
"If they are not, then we know who to trade with for more."