Hans was in the process of setting up the chessboard when she came over with his drink.
"Danke, Fraulein," Hans said, giving her a polite nod as he accepted the drink.
He took a sip before setting it down again. "Ja, we are growing fond of our game - though I am less fond of nearly always losing."
His expression grew amused. "I do not suppose I could prevail upon you to come and sit with us a while- perhaps distract my opponent with that brow-and-eye thing you do?"
Hans was dreadful at describing flirtation, but he made a rough imitation of the 'come hither' look. Very rough, and quite comical, considering. "I would be grateful."