That twirl that Clara did was unlike anything that Hanz had ever seen. Such acts by women in the Nazi regime were unheard of, not that he had much interaction with women as it were. Something about the way she did it hit the core of his instincts, and reactions happened that he had not expected in the slightest. A rumble formed in his chest and made its way through his throat as he growled low, but not in anger, it was different, lust filled, as his eyes took in the view before he refocused on the situation at hand.<br/><br/>"Of course frauline, to get ice cream we go," he responded with a thick German accent and an equally fake smile designed to impress the few people around them should any of them actually care to look up from their devices. Hanz went where Clara guided, for now, but he had no intentions of just letting her dictate everything that went on. He followed her toward the park, taking in the sights and sounds, people were on these smaller devices everywhere, some to their ear, some just in their hands, apparently very multipurpose, the modern cars, and so many different things just going on. Hanz had questions, undoubtedly he had a lot of questions, but he knew that answers about those types of things would come in due time and he would leave the technical stuff to her while he took care of the brute force, not so say she was weak at all.<br/><br/>Having a partner was foreign to him, being that he had been on his own for so long Hanz found it odd to be working as a pair, but he also found it enthralling. Having a partner, one who could keep up with him in every facet, was amazing for Hanz, and as they approached the park there was a bench in a grassy null that was empty without too many people around it. The main part of the park where kids were playing was about 100 yards away so they were less likely to be bothered as he took charge and led Clara to the bench.<br/><br/>"Yes, robbing someone is a good idea, but I want it to be someone who deserves it and not just someone for the fun of it. Back in my time there were some drug dealers, they were the first people my government tested me on, perhaps we could target them. I would assume they still like dark alleys at night, remote locations that are inconspicuous." Hanz sat down on the black metal bench, his chest stretching the shirt and the legs of the pants riding up a little bit to expose the tops of his boots. He nudged for Clara to sit as well while his eyes looked over every fiber of the tight denim that surrounded her lower half wondering how in the world she actually managed to squeeze into the outfit. "So while we wait tell me a bit more about why you wanted to escape, why you trusted me at all?"