"I can only apologise," Diego said softly, after knocking on Victoria's door. "Querida, I have a potion."
"What's in it?"
"Champagne?"
Lights danced in her eyes for a moment. "I am angry with you."
"I saw."
"You shouldn't have treated your own son like he was a bandit. Tomas is only fourteen."
"He's a rascal, and he deserved it."
"He's not a lancer."
"He should have been punished a more traditional way, perhaps. But I thought it only fitting that he suffer the wrath of Zorro."
"Diego, not your own children."
"My children need my guidance. That comes from discipline."