"Not in the service of a cause--but thou hast admitted, thou art untried on the field of love," says Laertes. He climbs off of Lucien's back entirely to perch on the edge of the sofa, close against his hip. "It's one thing, to ask a man to serve the cause of liberty and brotherhood. We all agree upon those virtues. It's another thing entirely to ask that a man serve at thy pleasure, and to believe thy pleasure worth the service."