Oh, he was accepting the drink invitation after all? Excellent.<br/><br/>“You know what they say, alcohol is the greatest remedy,” Udo commented as they made their way to the bar area. There was a certain look in his eye, one of mild curiosity as to why his newfound<span style="font-style: italic">‘friend’</span>Kristof had indeed decided to join him. In all honesty should feel like the luckiest man in the world right now, as it wasn’t often he would even ask someone to join him for a drink. For that matter, it wasn’t often that he even offered to someone, especially a stranger.<br/><br/>He was just in a good mood, a very good mood. That was all.<br/><br/>It was just their luck that there no spots at the bar left, but there was a bit of empty space. Udo took the nearest spot, nodding to a few of his fellow Nazis, though making it clear he wasn’t particularly interested in speaking with them, and waved to the server. The lad hastily handed the two of them glasses and then went back to tended to a few more people. He looked like he was a bit overwhelmed and nervous that there were so many Nazis around him. He frowned at the thought. It was a shame whenever he saw someone who wasn’t a supporter. On the other hand, at least the guy was doing his job.<br/><br/>Udo turned his attention back to his temporary company, and took a sip of his drink. “So, Kristof,” he began, choosing his words carefully, “first of all, you’re very kind for accepting my offer. I was afraid you’d turn it down and retire for the evening. That looked like a pretty nasty stomachache you were struck down with.” His gaze was very focused, though not quiet examining Kristof; he merely had his attention at this point. Once more, starting off from the beginning and working up. It was common knowledge that diving in right away wasn’t wise.