He met her bluntness with another simple smile. "No need to defend your honour or whatnot. Like I said, I'm an outsider. More than that, a cleaner. I do my job, you do yours. And it just so happens that they happen to collide in this strange, strange place." Mason knew better than to bring up the conquests of the Trayvens, not even bothering to mention who had said what. Her reaction was defensive, and that said enough. "Sometimes," he began with a hint of sarcasm, "I like to pretend this place is as civilized as my home. That everything is regulated and has at least some sense of order. I'd like for you to indulge in my fantasy, Ms. Trayven, as a civilized person. Tell me, with all the death that occurs in the Dojo, how do you rid yourself of any unsavoury leftovers?"