As he stood there before her, Fredrick wanted to take in Emmanuelle's beauty, grace, and her outward appearence. It had seemed that they hadn't been in the same room in quite a while. Maybe the actions of holding her arms against her chest was a dead give away, but he honestly hoped that she still wanted him around. None of his actions had to do with her. There was absolutly nothing that he had accomplished that might cause some ill feelings, at least in his mind. However, she stood before him almost if she were a million miles away. Now, Fredrick was a smart man, especially when it came to women. He knew that the conversation that was begging to burst forth needed to be said on that very day.
Fredrick never saw the harm that many high ranking officials were making an appearence within the woman's cinema. It was obvious that he had filled her seats up more then they had been in quite a while. That was how much he liked her. It wasn't just because how attractive Emmanuelle was, no. He thought that they had similar interests, which did only include film at first. None that that seemed to get him down though. She would be his and his alone one day. That was soemthing that he was gonna make sure of, promising himself just that.
"Truly," he replied back with a smile with a nod. He had been through quite a bit in his young life, so he was grateful for the time that he could simply talk about it. Fredrick didn't care for the film that had him as the lead role about the lives that he took while in the crow's nest. It was made in bad taste in his own opinion and would have enjoyed it better if Goebbels didn't convince him otherwise. The film wasn't his idea. None of it was his own idea. He couldn't stand up and disagree with someoen that close to the top of the food chain within the army. If Fredrick could, then he would, but being alive was better then someone taking his own life from him. Of course, he could have disagreed and be killed for not following orders, but they would have found another monkey to accompish the task. Someone had to do it and the situation was given to him on a silver plater.
Why couldn't the title of war hero be easier to obtain?
"I could be better as well. They have stuck me within a fancy restaurant as a host. It seemed that luck has favored you. Fate to be working at the cinema, oui?" he answered, slipping his own hands behind his back, as his fingers wrapped around the wrist of the opposite hand. Fredrick's eyes trailed along the facial features of Shosanna wishing that he could speak words of missing her or pull her in for a kiss. While one of those choices would most likely earn him a slap across his own face, the other was looked at as a sign of weakenss. He hadn't been around anyone that ranked higher than him for quite a while, but the code and the unwritten rules seemed to stay firm within his mind. "Also, I think it is about time that we spoke in private. Don't you agree? There's only so much you can say in the form of the written word. It would also save us the trouble of embarrassment as well," he leaned in closer, just slightly, and whispered just loud enough for their ears.