He looked back at her, very tempted by what she had just whispered into his ear. Then, with a slightly sad and tired expression he said "About my day, I'm sorry for not being thorough. It's not that I don't want to share with you, but... It's rough and violent, I don't want to trouble you with it. If you really want to know, one of the SS guys got shot, and who's the only seasoned doctor in town?" With that said, he abruptly rose from his chair, holding her arms tightly in his hands, "Now, about that energy you've got to spare..." He then released her arms and held her face with both hands, giving her a very long french kiss, slowly taking off the shackles of a day of discipline. His hands then descended to her waist, holding her even closer to him. He kissed her lips, her neck... She smelled of jasmin, an intoxicating scent. It was impossible not to love her.