"It's not my fault I was away so long," Scar growled, snatching napkins from both Lust and Dias and beginning to clean his hair out despite the obvious futility of it. The shock of white had nearly been stained red by the tomato sauce, and Scar's haphazard grasping of spaghetti didn't seem to be working all that well.

Still, even with all the distraction, it would have been hard for him to miss the word "breeding" enter the conversation. His foul expression suddenly turned into one of dumbfoundedness.

"Breeding?" He echoed, nearly in unison with Dias.