Garrison raised an eyebrow as he heard the words<i>Get out.</i>He turned around to look at her for a moment before cocking his head and taking a few steps forward. "Now that's an interesting way to great someone." His voice was even, his eyes focused on her. The "get out" wasn't of someone that was confident that their order would be taken out, it wasn't a firm, non-compromising statement. It was empty. And her eyes told him all of that as she over compensated with her tone and her bark. "But you don't actually mean it." He said as he walked up to her, brushing a dark lock of hair behind her ear before motioning towards the wine and champagne. "I wasn't sure which you preferred so I bought all three. They're all pre-war. So hopefully you like one of them. We'll start with the white of course— it's light to the palate and not to dry."<br/><br/>Rather than complying with her command he poured two glasses of white one, picking both of them up as he offered one to her. He wasn't simply taking no for an answer. "Frauline, if I simply wanted you I would've had the S.S parade into your apartment, arrest you and then strip you down to nothing and leave you tied to a bed with your legs spread.<i>If</i>I wanted..." he paused as he handed her the glass, not giving her the option of holding the glass, "... I could have<i> had</i>you. I could have," he walked up to her and put his hand on her waist before letting it drift down and under her dress, letting it push up and slid into her panties as he pressed her up against her own door, "simply taken want I wanted." He whispered again her as his hand cupped her ass once again. "But," he paused as he let go of her while keeping her pinned with his body, "I choose not to." He rose the glass of wine to his lips and took a sip. "So choose wisely. Because your options are limited. And if you choose wrongly, the SS will change your mind." It was a threat, he knew it was a threat.