Jarlaxle smiles, broadly. "I do have that pair of Absol eggs on hand and I was looking to see if someone would adopt them by the end of the prom weekend. And what luck! We are in the library and there is an easily accessible writing desk."

He steeples his fingers. "Here is my thought. You will tell me of your three with the attack and I will decide which I would want the offspring of. I will write us up a contract which we both will sign, that promises that you will breed me a creature that knows Pay Day in return for one of those eggs--and then we shall adjourn to the tented area so that I might retrieve one such egg for you. Does that sound like a plan to you, my friend?"