"Si, but there is an important question, Che used to ask it of all who wanted to join him, what is it you want? You can quote the little red book for dummies, holmes, and sure that will get you somewhere... but if you don't understand the heat... the passion, esse, then you are just cooking with lighter fluid. All heat, no flavour." He settled back into the command chair, studying the man in front of him.
"I had three sons, mi amigo," his voice soft. "One I lost to the Nomads, one I lost... would you believe it if I said to time? And my third has just applied to join the fighter corps. All three of them I have given to the cause... blood sacrifice to what I believe in, holmes. So I want to know, why is the Revolucion, why do you want to take her to your bed as a mistress? She can be a cold, heartless bitch, si?"