Hanz-Eren ate a few mouthfuls, enjoying the tasty meal and Alexia's soft voice. He smiled as she called him a good communist and man. When Alexia said she didn't have enough basis for reasonable conclusions, Hanz-Eren patted his mouth with his napkin and cleared his throat. "Well, I am certain you'll learn, in time."<br/><br/>Just taking some time to savour the food, wine, tobacco and company, Hanz-Eren thought back to his days at<span style="font-style: italic">Tsentr</span>. He had always had an eye for intelligence logistics and a keen instinct for people. And therein lay his problem.He liked this girl, there was no doubting that. But there was something nagging at his subconcience, screaming at him to excercise caution. The two insticts tore at him for the briefest of moments, but Hanz-Eren composed himself. It wasn't like he was inclined to say more than it was in his mandate to say, anyway. The risk was nonexistent.<br/><br/>Looking back at Alexia, Hanz-Eren felt a stirring of something else, another message of his intuition. This girl liked him as well, despite maybe having something else behind her. It was hard to explain, but Hanz-Eren felt both attracted and somehow replused at the same time. In the end, though, the attraction won out. He smiled at Alexia, letting his fingers brush hers as he spoke.<br/><br/>"So tell me, Alexia, what kind of woman are you? What hobbies do you have, what activities do you like? And what, exactly, compelled you to moving to East Berlin? There are certainly other places more easily catering to women like yourself."