<span style="font-style: italic">“Please, come in from that cold stairway. I was about to have tea. Would any of you care for some? Erlind, it is good to see you again. I see you are faring well. And Sir Advocate, forgive me if your name escapes me, it is a pleasure to see you again as well.”</span>Isolde said, welcoming the group inside and extending a hand to Yvonne.<br/><br/>Well a lot can be told to express Erlind's thoughts and emotions the moment Isolde pulled her door open, but let's leave that for later. The man advanced into the apartment, and a breeze of some sort ruffled his garments. He nodded his head, accepting tea for a drink, but he did not utter a sound until he was seated. The Italian young Officer took a seat as well and began to eye the Host. One could easily read the impatience that was eating at him and his eyes were searching Isolde's face for something he was able to name: Guilty.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"These officers are here to interview you on the status of the clinic at which you work. I sent a young man to bring you goods for your patients and supplies for your colleagues, I assume they reached you well? I am simply here as an observer. Your husband would be peaceable with the knowledge that an escort was made available to you amongst a number of men at such an indecent hour, I'm sure." </span>Yvonne said, looking at Isolde.<br/><br/>Erlind raised the cup of tea to his lips and took a sniff of it, then he immediately put it back on the lamp table beside him. The liquid was yet again odourless, absent of taste he could tell, unlike the last 80 years where taste was a pleasurable experiment of his. A new discovery of sort. His comrade, the Italian born Officer, took a quick sip of tea and sat the cup away. One would have thought that he wanted the warm drink badly, to coat a dry throat, but Erlind detected a soon to be uncontrollable, immutable impatience.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Who is this girl? She makes me curious... Do you think she'd make a good toy?"</span>Kai inquired to Asmodeus in jest, eyes set upon Yvonne's figure.<br/><br/>Erlind's face found a little bit of color in response to Kai's mocking words as he communicated them to him mentally.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">I do not trust her, Kai.</span></span>The Demon quickly looked at Yvonne, wondering again just why was she at Isolde's apartment.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">She's good at shielding her thoughts, that I have noticed, have you?</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Miss Devereaux, we thank you for taking the time to aid those in need, such as finding shelter for the Jewish in your clinic until they have healed or  like helping the injured,”</span>Erlind began in a slow, calm and controlled tone of voice, avoiding Isolde's eyes. He stared  at her shoulders instead, sometimes lowering his eyelids to the armchair then again lifting his gaze to her arms or back to her shoulders again.<span style="font-style: italic">“It does indeed take one with so much patience and courage to put themselves in danger, similarly to exposing themselves to decease such as Influenza that is on the rise, the weak; the ill, acquired contamination,”</span>A cold gaze was then shifted to look at Isolde. Erlind's eyes locked with hers, and a tight smile curled up one corner of the Nazi's lips.<span style="font-style: italic">“... to destruction.” </span><br/><br/>The man's voice rose in pitch a little bit as he took in a deep, sharp breath. One could feel the understanding sadness in his words as he twitched them around, but it was fake enough to sound caring. The deceit in his tone though was something Isolde may never understand, or comprehend why he does what he does.<span style="font-style: italic"> “Miss Devereaux. It has come to our attention that Jewish workers dwell in your place of work and are being rewarded with paid bonuses in Reichmarks. We do not know if you are at fault, or if another colleague of yours is behind this treason. So we are seeking you out for some ... enlightenment, Miss Devereaux. Our current regime shall lead our land out of years of political turmoil, I hope that you do understand that, and we cannot afford such acts. These dishonest acts  commensurate with doubting our regime.” </span>Erlind pushed himself back into the seat and bit the inside of his mouth. He studied Isolde's face for a moment as the light flickering from the chimney played upon the fiery hair of the woman. The comrade on the other hand documented everything that Erlind said while eyeing Kai and Yvonne, as well as Isolde with a threatening stance. He awaited the instance he eagerly sought: confession.