Communism laughed again, that same throaty chuckle. "Just a bit. Don't worry though, my little political family can get kind of incestuous as well. Socialism has always been a favourite of mine." She decided what she was going to call him and his grin simply widened. "As long as you leave the words 'menace' or 'scare' off the end, I'm cool with Red." The image of the hammer and sickle was brought into mind and he sighed wistfully.
He listened to her list and raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like quite the trade-off. Do the benefits outweigh the downsides?" Communism asked, reaching for another cigarette and wishing he had kept some of the stronger, Russian cigarettes in his freezer for when he had woken up. He watched that tongue flick over her lips and was he really considering this? It had been a long time since anyone had felt attracted to him; mortal or immortal and he couldn't help but be somewhat wary.
With the question of Obama, he demurred a bit and shrugged simply. "At least he'll create change. According to the news, he just signed the order to close Gitmo. Anyone who will rid Cuba of the Americans is alright in my book. We'll see though, he still has to prove himself." He watched her take a drink of his proper vodka and smiled again. "Better than Smirnoff, no?" He asked, taking a quick chug himself before she spoke again.
He laughed again as she leaned toward him and ran a finger tip over her cheek gently. "I have to admit, I'm a tad rusty." The finger tip traced over her lip as he thought. "How about..." He considered and switched into English long enough to affect a Southern twang. "Hey baby, I once controlled all of Europe." That was the best that he could do at the moment, he still wasn't completely awake and really, he was out of practice when it came to the sexual area. He'd be better off without the sexual urges of humans. Just like in Orwell's 1984, he would do his best to curtail sexual urges in his population if that revolution ever came. The population needed to focus on their work, not where they were going to get their next lay. That was a job for the whorehouses.