Manfred had not forgotten Natalie's birthday. Things may be tense between them these days (it seemed like she took more flights that kept her away on purpose), but he'd not let her drift from his thoughts.
When he opened the door he looked at her with a sideways glance. "Natalie, you know you can just come in." He'd long since stopped calling her dear since he'd reverted back to his old face and body. It didn't seem right coming from that side of him. Until he made some progress with Emma he was certain that he was stuck like this.
On the couch was a tan box with a bright red silk ribbon around it. Inside was a dress circa the 1940's. The Baron had a thing for seeing Natalie decked out in uniforms. There was a time they actually used to parade around in it. He was curious to see her dressed in more from that time to sate his younger self. It was a cut that would show off all the assets that made Natalie so unique.
He shut the door, Moritz giving Natalie his typical doggie greeting before Manfred. When it was clear, Manfred pulled her into a warm embrace. "You look tired."