Unsure what he had stepped forth into, Fredrick didn't have a clue what a spa was. Well, he knew that it could be a place for some relaxation, but in the year that he had come from, such a place really didn't exist yet. However, he was almost sure that it was a place for women to mingle. It didn't help him that there were others of the opposite sex heading towards the door. The blonde girl certainly didn't do a good job at that plump woman's make up, despite only getting bits and pieces of their conversation. All that mattered was that he had clearly seen that the customer was clearly upset. If they were all leaving the area, then he wanted to vacate as well.
Or least, the idea had entered his mind to do so.
It seemed as the woman read his thoughts to flee the room and away from anything that she had planned to do. Or what she seemed like she wanted to do, which was filling her quota for the day. As the thoughts of her filling that quota out on him for most of the day, Fredrick could feel his eyes opening wide slightly. "No, no no. It's alright, Eine Dame," he replied, placing his hands out in front of him and waving disapproval in the matter. However, she wasn't going to listen to him, aside from the strange strength that she had within one of her hands. He felt the tightness of her grasp instantly, wondering what kind of woman that one in particular was. It was easy to tell that she was someone else that had been pulled to the resort against her will, despite the fact that she seemed to enjoy being there. The only thing Fredrick liked about the resort was that he didn't have to kill helpless Jews any longer.
Fredrick felt himself being pulled to the station, unable to resist an attractive woman, despite the fact that he had wanted anything but the works, espeically since he had just seen her works prior to that moment. "Puddin'? Harley? I'm afraid that you have me mistaken for another," he replied in a bit of a broken up tone and not realizing that that the first term was merely directed towards him because of the lack of revealing his own name. It had been a long while since someone spoke towards him in such a manner, aside from Emmanuelle. He had grown accustomed to a much nicer, unforceful tone since he had become a war hero. "What do you plan on accomplishing if I take a seat?"