Communism couldn't help it. This was the form he'd been born into; a gangly, tall factory worker with callouses on every little bit of his hands. He couldn't change his voice any more than he could change his purpose, but he had to admit; when he did bother with the sexual side of things, his voice was a definite plus.
"I'll just call you X. Am I detecting a Greek-like relationship with your brother?" He asked, arching his eyebrows in that sarcastic way that would seem exclusive to him. "They did love their incest." He couldn't help but ask. The way she talked about him; it made it seem almost obvious and Communism wanted to meet a god that could have that sort of hold over such a beautiful goddess. "Commie works. Or Red. I'm not overly picky. When you've had years of propaganda and lies spread all over the place, you learn not to be bothered easily."
He glanced down at her hand as her knuckles brushed against his outer thigh and something else awakened in him. Was that... desire? He hadn't bothered with sex for at least five or ten years. It just made things complicated and most of the time it wasn't even worth his effort. "Do you have any side effects?" He asked, trying to concentrate on the academic side of things rather than the way her fingers still brushed against her leg. "Like... the next day and everything. Do your users get some kind of hangover?"
Communism laughed slightly and reached out to take the joint, looking at it oddly for a second before taking a quick puff. He managed not to cough and handed it back over. "But my sort of revolution? I think not. Humans are too greedy." He shook his head and withdrew a flask from his inner pocket and offered it to her. "Real Russian vodka?" He questioned, wanting to see if she appreciated the finer things in life.
With her last remark, that smirk gained a bit of an edge. This was the Communism that had caused thousands of deaths, this was the Communism that had assimilated thousands of foreign citizens into Soviet Russia and he still had somewhat of an edge when it came to manipulation. "So, what does one have to do in order to get you in said mood?" He asked casually, turning toward her with a quirk of the corners of his lips.