At Erlind’s words, Udo couldn’t help but grin. “A wonderful beginning,” he replied calmly. At that moment, he almost regretted not taking a glass of champagne when it was offered to him. That would have been the perfect time to take a drink.<br/><br/>When Kristof finally gave his name, Udo’s gaze lingered on the man’s outstretched hand for a moment. To accept it, or not to accept it, that was the question at the moment. It seemed like a friendly enough gesture. But on the other hand Udo wasn’t really sure if he trusted it; there was something in the stranger’s eyes that made him feel like that might not be a good idea. There was a dark aura that surrounded the three of them when they were together, he was well aware of it to some extent. Perhaps it was because his soul was filled with darkness that he recognized it in his own way.<br/><br/>Instead of accepting the hand, Udo, his own hands remaining by his sides, simply said, “An advocate, you say?” By his standards, not accepting that handshake was incredibly rude. He almost felt bad about it but quickly expelled the feeling… those eyes… they were… He brushed that thought aside as well and continued speaking, “I can imagine there wouldn’t be any dull moments when it comes to such a profession.” He mused. It was just a guess since he couldn’t really speak from experience. Not to mention, like any profession or job, there would be a few dull moments here and there.<br/><br/>It was around that time when the Hungarian officer, Rafael, approached Erlind. He felt something prick the back of his neck just then, similar to the feeling he felt in the auditorium.<br/><br/>Udo nodded to Erlind as he followed Rafael and then turned his attention back to Kristof, having half a mind to excuse himself from the conversation as well. The other half of him, however, felt the need to stay keep conversing. Surely there was another reason this man had approached him to begin with. In his experience, people didn’t approach others without reason. He wanted to find out what that reason was, and in the end he decided to give the man one chance.<br/><br/>He decided to go with the typical, “Well, Kristof, It seems to be just the two of us now, does it not? Would you care for a drink?” Then he gave a gesture over toward the bar area. Whatever happened, whether the man decided to accept the drink, which was not what he was expecting since the handshake was turned down, or not, he was going to make sure to commit Kristof’s name to memory. The man had an air about him that was particularly intriguing. It was one of those moments where he couldn’t place a finger on it but would know why in due time.