[ Rafa allows him to touch. He doesn’t really react to it, neither leaning into it nor pulling away. He simply lets it happen, his eyes still on Ignacio’s. There are many things he might allow to happen between them. ]

You would fight beside me, of course. That is what I ask you for.

[ What he would give in exchange remains unsaid, but he thinks it’s fairly obvious. ]

What say you? I mean to make war. The time to act is now.