Flipping through a file that a major asked her to look over, Katherine chose to ignore the man that she was instructed to watch, keeping him in the corner of her her eye.  Why anyone would want to accept his offer of information in exchange for clemency, she didn’t know.  He disgusted her like few people could.  Thankfully for him, his fate wasn’t up to her or he’d be shot.

    His fidgeting with the case, finally snapping it shut, made her press her lips tightly together in annoyance.  But only when he spoke did she look up from her papers, arms crossed.  “No, it hasn’t.”  There wasn’t any aggravation in her voice, just the factual tone she typically put on.  Eyes falling back to the pages in front of her, she added, a slight smile appearing on her lips at the thought, “But it will tomorrow.”

        hans  purses  his  lips   ;        a  hand  resting  on  his  chin.       so   !     the  third  reich  shall  collapse.     the  first  crumbles  were  already  noticeable  when  aldo  the  apache    (  too  bad  he  doesn’t  have  his  luger  anymore  )    and  his  inglourious  basterds  started  killing  soldiers  and  spreading  fear.        ‘   excellent  !   what  are  the  terms  of  surrender  ?   ’  

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Helene wasn’t expecting him to be willing so as she was, but the woman was more than happy. Taking a final sip from her glass of wine, she placed down her glass on the table before removing the glass from his hand–also placing that glass on the table so that later they’ll return to their delicious wine. Taking his hand, Helene pulled him up from his seat and dragged him almost to the section where all the flirtatious couples were dancing. 

          landa  can  only  take  a  last  sip  from  his  wine      -   (   although  perhaps  he’d  prefer  milk    ,    but  alcohol  seems  to  be  more  FITTING.    )     before  his  wine  is  taken  away    &     he’s  DRAGGED  OFF  to  the  dancing  floor.      he  doesn’t  mind  it  however    -     another  smile  readied.       GENTLEMANLY  as  he  considers  himself  to  be  ,      a  hand  slips  around  her  waist  as  he  initiates  the  dance.       ‘    your  FRIENDS  over  there  seemed  particularly  insistent  that  you’d  talk  to  me     -    may  i  know  why  ?  ’         

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“You’re not drinking alone are you, Standartenführer?” Helene asked as she held two glasses of wine in her hands. With a growing grin forming on her lips, Helene looked behind her to see her giggling friends, flagging her down to proseed the conversation on. All night they were trying to get the spy to talk to the Colonel but she didn’t want to feel like a bother. However, by sitting alone in a crowd of boisterouspeople, perhaps he company wouldn’t be so bothersome. Helene then handed him the other full glass of wine and pulled out the chair beside him. “Do you like to dance?”

           ‘   i  fear  i  was  ‘till  you  came  to  grace  me  with  your  presence   -   ’     landa  SHRUGS  ,       sweet  smile  poised  on  lips  as  he  reaches  out  to  take  the  wine.        eyes  travel  to  fräulein’s  lady  friends  ,   another  smile  flashed   before  gaze  returns  to  her.      a  sip  from  wine  ,    slightly  leaning  forward     -      landa  already   seems   to  be  enthralled.        ‘  dancing  ?    why   !     i   absolutely  love  it  !     would  you  perhaps  wish  to  dance  with  me  ?   ’