In the flagstoned room Patriarch Megalos is looking a little concerned, so I have another chuckle and say that it will be a very lucrative market, and a lot of total arseholes are going to get rich out of it, and wouldn’t it be better for these billions of euros to flow into the coffers of the OSASS than those of the Landesbanken? Because the Germans, Eminence, are crazy for this stuff. "Tulip fever," says the Patriarch. I have no idea what that means, so I nod and say: "Got it in one."