Gustav took a large draft of the beer, spilling some of it, forming streaks of relative clean from his dust and dirt covered face giving him an almost vampiric look as he looked at the beautiful owner.  "Ja" he said then finished the remains of his beer before turning back to Victoria and continuing in a low voice, as if word wouldn't spread like wildfire through the town.  "Dead, all dead."  Even though he spoke them,  uttering the words out loud seemed to strike him physically, as if it suddenly made his nightmare true.  He followed her up the stairs and to the room, despite his exhaustion, he felt a surge of energy as his eyes traveled up and down the length of her body.<br/><br/>Though Gustav had harbored a crush on the attractive dark mistress of the Dusky Belle, he had always been too shy and far too polite to make any serious connection with her.  She made him feel like a schoolboy, but now he saw her in a completely different light as an unnatural lust and aggression seemed to fill his veins with fire.  His normally downcast eyes bored into her body as she asked if he needed anything else.  "Ja, sie" he said, his upper lip curling into a predatory sneer showing white teeth as if he wanted to devour her.  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him.  The smell of three days dust and sweat in the mines filled her nostrils.  It was likely fortunate for Gustav that Vic had given her small pistol to the newcomer, however he had no idea such a thing even existed and likely wouldn't have cared in his current state.  The German's grip was like iron from working with his hands all his life, his normally gentle demeanor replaced with something much darker.