Hanz-Eren smiled noticably when Alexia touched his arm. He shook his head, chuckling. "I thought it would be less obvious that it was bad news, considering my work. I must practise more." The look he shot to Alexia was one of mild amusement, but there was something else there, something more primal. He smiled, however, and made a general gesture of surrender. "Well, then, I shall call you Alexia. Now, really - where were we?" He thought back for a brief second, pondering. "Ah, yes." His face turned more solemn.<br/><br/>"You do not need to thank me, miss Schu - Alexia, pardon. No, I am a communist, and a proud one. I had the means to help you, and you needed it. I would hardly be a good communist - or gentleman for that matter - if I did not help you." He lit his cigarette again, took a drag, and smiled. "All I ask is that you do the same if you find yourself in a similar situation. Providing what help you can is the basis of compassion and the cornerstone of the great communist society we live in." He took a sip of wine and smiled at Alexia once again. Soon, the food appeared on the table, the waiter making himself almost unnoticable. Hanz-Eren took a healthy serving of pasta from the sharing bowl, gesturing for Alexia to do the same. "Please, Alexia, help yourself. I doubt I will be able to eat this all by myself, so I hope you do have a healthy apetite."<br/><br/>He took to eating, presumably waiting for Alexia to do the same, before speaking again. "Really, though. Tell me your conclusions. It will be most illuminating, and I'd like to know more about what kind of person you are." Fourth test. Will she tell him what he wants to know, or will there be flaws there? Hanz-Eren hoped for the latter, as he was certainly hoping the woman in front of him was authentic. There was something about her, his instinct told him, that he ought be wary about...