Face remained expressionless as he laid the charm on thick. That's was something she could not stand, charm always seemed like someone had something to hide. In Emmanuelle's eyes it showed ingenuity, and anyone not being genuine was someone to suspect. Fredrick Zoller as exactly that, he was charming, he was popular, and he was a Nazi. Three strikes against him, and all the more reason for Emmanuelle to keep him at arms length. He was a threat to her secret, and he just made her uncomfortable. Growing up constantly looking over her shoulders, constantly living in fear and never knowing when she might end up like her parents and brother did. She knew she couldn't allow their death to be in vain, she had to try and persevere and no man in a hailed as a Nazi War Hero was going to get in her way.
Keen eyes watched him as he took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. Inside she was screaming to wrench her hand away from his lips and smack him, but that's what he wanted, wasn't it? He wanted her to lash out first, give him a reason to lash out in retaliation. Gritting her teeth, she quickly took her hand back once he was done and crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. The French, while she typically enjoyed listening to the language, sounded like nails on a chalk board coming from him. Tilting her head slightly, her blue gaze drifted back up to meet his own dark stare.
"A travesty?" A finely sculpted brow arched towards him curiously, while Emmanuelle felt she knew everything she needed to know about him, there were times, such as this one, that made her realize that there was still so much she didn't know. "Such eloquent language from a man who spent majority of his school years in a... what's the term you used? Ah, yes, a crows nest, shooting down Jews." A challenging look was given to him, practically begging him to try and deny it. She knew it was true, he knew it was the true. All of Europe knew it was true, all Emmanuelle was doing was reiterating facts. It was the only defense she had against him, and kept him at bay and away from finding out her true story. The last thing she needed was a Nazi war veteran learning that she was in fact a Jew. Even in this setting, without the threat of Nazi Germany, and hatred, she couldn't run the risk of him suddenly going back to the only thing he knew - aside from movies... killing Jews.
Taking a step back, she could only hope that he would get the clue to just let her go. She could feel the steel of the ladder pressing into her back. In the back of her mind she began to wonder what more she didn't know about Zoller. Where did he grow up? What were his parents like? What made him enlist? What prevented him from fighting for what is right, versus what is easiest? What made him so spineless that he couldn't find the courage to stand up against his superiors? However, she found the more she thought about it, the more it infuriated her. How could someone allow something like that to happen? How could someone murder another in cold blood? How could.... how could... Blinking rapidly, her blue gaze turned a murky green-blue as she immediately looked away from him to hide the momentarily lapse in emotions.