<span style="font-style: italic">"Gutte Abend, Frau Hitler, Herr Köhler. It is such a pleasure to meet you, milady... And no less of a pleasure to see you again, Erlind." </span>Kai placed his hat back on his head after greeting them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“The pleasure is all mine, Kristoff.”</span>The corners of Erlind's lips curled into a smile and he raised his eyelids to look at the devil before him for couple of seconds. His attention was quickly shifted to the lady in his company. Out of admiration, he held out a dark-gloved hand and extended it, grasping Annika's hand. He looked up into her eyes and his lips pursed into a brief kiss against the flesh of her hand. He made a smooth movement with his left arm, sliding it behind Paula's back and grasped her waist gently.<span style="font-style: italic">“Frau Hitler and I are pleased to finally meet you, Annika. Kristoff had told me so many good things about you. Now, I clearly understand why my friend would gasp for air every moment your name fans over his lips.”</span>He concluded with a light tone and a perfunctory smirk, glancing at Kai out of the corner of his eye. His words felt awkward. If there was any skill he did not excel at, that was the art of talking to women. Courting them was even worse.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">You've got yourself quite the lady, I have to say that's for sure...</span></span>Erlind agreed.<span style="font-style: italic">"She's naturally graceful and smart, I do agree with you. I should be saying the same about you. Great taste my friend; a sight to behold. I see that she bewitched you enough to make the Lord of Greed give up his white suit?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"The evening is beautiful, is it not? An ideal time for dinner, I daresay."</span>Kai spoke aloud.<br/><br/>Erlind's suggesting eyes pointed towards the Charles Hotel across the street, a Munich luxury.<span style="font-style: italic">“Meditternean cuisine and delicacies at Restaurant Davvero. What do you all say?”</span><a class="postlink" href="http://i57.tinypic.com/dw86qa.jpg">The restaurant</a>itself was a host to an elegant ambiance during nighttime, large chandeliers and refined interiors; it offered the most exquisite Italian food in the area. If Annika or Paula preferred a spot with more intimacy along with an exclusive attention from the staff, there was a<a class="postlink" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/2gw9ovb.jpg">private dinning</a>room they could opt for.<br/><br/>As he was about to turn his gaze to the company, a woman in a short distance and across the street stood still as a stone. Erlind found himself instantaneously mirroring her open-mouthed expression.