“Pek-Tchat, on the council?” said Vo-Vakis as if the thought itself was amusing. “He’d rather die. He’s no friend of the council. Says they’re too…” he struggled for a word Luna would understand. “Too nice, I suppose. Too… forgiving of the underclass. If he had his way, I think he’d stamp them out.” Vo-Vakis related this as if it was as normal as talking about the weather.
“And you work for him?” said Luna. “That doesn’t sound very nice.”
Vo-Vakis shrugged. “Got to work for someone,” he said.

Chapter Nine