The soft, dark fur, as if stripped off a beast of the north, sled off Kai's shoulders the moment he entered the hotel once more. Warm air, full of carbon dioxide, heavy like a cushion of lead that was set down on his shoulders. A sigh escaped him, and he looked up in the lavishly-decorated corridor. Even through the dim light, he could all too well recognize the details of the furniture around him, upheld to the highest standard, but a bit too flowery to his liking. This place stunk like wurst, beer and Nazis... Mainly the Nazis at this moment.<br/><br/>It was full of the stench of humans, of the smell of the sweat that ran down their temples, their flesh and the blood that flowed in crimson streams across it, a perfectly woven net. His old self would be driven mad by this stench, but he learned to hide the heretic soul under a gentleman's facade. He gave the woman, already quite into her age, but still retaining grace, that he vaguely recognized and passed by, a slight not and an elegant smile, bowing his head ever so slightly, and went on, slowly pacing across the corridor. His polished black shoes made little sound as his feet touched the ground and were lifted off it again.<br/><br/>The evening was more than late now. For a moment, he stopped, retrieving the silver watch from his pocket, attached to a thin chain to the exquisite suit he wore, and he wasn't even surprised to see how the night has progressed. Oh, well, why worry? He could just sleep in the morning and early afternoon the following day - or drink a lot of coffee - since he had no plans for it, anyway.<br/><br/>Except for the ballroom party the following day. That was going to be a feast for his eyes and the black hole of avarice they shielded. Take, take, take, take all you want!<br/><br/>But his attention was dragged towards a man in the corridor. The man that he's seen before - he sat but a few seats away from himself. An officer, judging by the uniform, but his stench and the aura he gave off was purely human. There was nothing special in that presence, yet... He seemed as a rather good tool to pass more chaos into the world. Or rather, as someone that would be fun to throw into a game of cat and mouse and watch how it unfolds.<br/><br/>Taking a step forth, he approached him, taking his hat off, and smiling as he hung it onto his hand, by the coat that was thrown across his forearm. "Good evening." he spoke in a quiet voice, but rather calm and composed. "It sure is a beautiful evening, is it not? The speech of our great leader was inspiring as always. He sure does have a magnificent gift in blowing air into the flames in one's spirit and making them burst high." His gaze strayed off the man's face, sliding upwards towards some distant point, just before he snapped back to his previous position, though shifting in posture ever so slightly. "I wish more of us were blessed with such a talent. Court ordeals would be far more enthralling then." With slight jest and mirth, he cocked his head to the side.