Hanz-Eren listened intently to Alexia's words, nodding and smiling in turn as she spoke. Upon mentioning the passing of her mother, Hanz-Eren looked at her for a time. After a brief pause, he continued. "I understand. I have experienced losses as well, though not the same way you did. My father was conscripted during the war and summarily killed in action - by the Soviets, I might add - and my mother defected to the west shortly after the war was over. I never blamed Soviet, though. I blamed the Nazis and their senseless conscription policy."<br/><br/>Finishing his meal, Hanz-Eren thinks for a bit. "How would you like to have desset at my place? No strings attatched, and I promise not to do anything untoward. But I am afraid the desserts served here are not quite on par with the rest of the food." Wiping his mouth while waiting for a response, Hanz-Eren's eyes bore into Alexia's, looking for something. What he was looking for would be anyone's guess, and the glance lasted only briefly. After he wiped his mouth, Hanz-Eren added a footnote. "I have a collection of music as well, so we can enjoy the dessert in a more relaxing atmosphere." He smiled that inviting, unassuming smile of his, saying that there were indeed no strings attatched. But there was something else, too, a glint in his eyes. Gentle and primal at the same time.