<span style="font-weight: bold">East Berlin, 4:22 p.m.</span><br/><br/>The man smiled as the woman accepted his offer. His line of work did not let him do much socializing, and this woman seemed to welcome the company. Deciding that this woman was likeable, he nodded at her request. "Very well,<span style="font-style: italic">Freulein</span>." He gestured at a waiter, a tall man with the same blonde hair and blue eyes as the woman, and the man came over to the table in a hurry that made it obvious Hanz-Eren was an important, if not dangerous, guest. He stood at firm attention next to the table as Hanz-Eren made his order.<br/><br/>"A bit of lemon tea and a scone with rasins for myself, and a cup of hot chocolate for the<span style="font-style: italic">Fraulein</span>,<span style="font-style: italic">bitte</span>." The water nodded stiffly before he stormed towards the kitchen, narrowly dodging tables and guests on the way. As he disappears, Hanz-Eren returns his grey gaze to to woman in front of him, still smiling. He clears his throat before speaking, his voice suddenly softening into something much more pleasant than before. An adjustment, plainly. "May I have your name,<span style="font-style: italic">Fraulein</span>?" His general demeanour would show clear interest for those trained to see it, though it would be subtle to an untrained eye - a slight smile and dilated pupils the only signs. He did not shift his eyes from the woman's at any point, except for a quick slip down to her chest that lasted for less than a split second - upon which his pupils dilated further.