Victoire smiled. "I don't think it's the bartending, mon cher," she replied. Did Anton know what sort of place he was in? True, many people only came for a drink or two, but most people, if not all of them, knew what the Black Death Tavern really was. He seemed to be such an innocent young man; what was he doing involved in Hitler's army? Maybe he didn't have a choice, Victoire didn't know -- she had never been to Germany -- but she found herself beginning to like the man regardless of his associations.
"But you came here to have a good time, no? How about a dance then?"