Sebastian gave the woman his attention as she spoke to him, nodding his head to show he understood. “Thank you. I hope you have a pleasant evening,” he replied, giving her the courtesy of his respect. It was her home, and as the lady of it, he felt he had to offer her something he did not extend to her son. One must always respect the woman of the house, for she was one’s sole ally when living under her roof. The power lay completely in her hands, and you could suffer, or have a pleasant stay depending upon how she took to you.
"Such a shame it isn’t worth much," Sebastian remarked, amusement in his eyes as he glanced toward the young man. It was plain to see that those words were meant to hold a certain power, but they meant nothing to him. The rules were already laid out by the lady of the house, and by the government itself. There wasn’t much Michael would do to change any of it, and he wasn’t worried on that account.
If anything, it was the other way around. Without his parents, Sebastian could see the true nature of the young little minx, and he had a fairly good idea of what that was going to show. “Of course. He cleaned the streets of Germany almost overnight. Crime was rampant before he he changed that. Even a woman can walk the streets a night without fear.” There were things he didn’t agree on, but he would be a fool to speak of that.
His eyes caught the sway of Michael’s hips, which only furthered his theory of what the young man was trying to accomplish. “Do you truly believe me so heartless? That I do not care my comrades are dying? I too wish for this war to end, but I would rather we win in the process, so that those deaths shall not be in vain.” Sebastian was watching him with narrowed eyes, annoyance replacing the amusement in his eyes, along with something else.
Your people started this war, and Michael’s eyes narrowed, conveying all the nasty words he wished to speak, but he was too smart to open his mouth. No, he was not someone to offer him the small victory of giving himself away, offering himself up to the guns of the Germans.
"Sale bosche…" , he mumbled as he turned around again, leaving the room for good now, and granting the captain peace until the evening when he returned, punctually for the onset of the curfew for people of his age.
"I see you are having fun", he said, eyeing the two germans who sat by the fireplace, wineglasses on the small coffee table indicating that they weren’t having a bad time, and the Major, von Taubenberg, filled him a glass of white wine with a wink- I won’t tell your parents.
And as if he was mocking the captain, Michael thanked with a humble smile, as if he was the only one he showed this hostility.
"Is there anything new in Paris?", von Taubenberg asked, speaking German for the sake of his comrade, although he spoke an acceptable french. "Yes. They exposed some women who had …. intimate contacts with german soldiers. Prostitutes, girls I went to school with and housewives whose husbands are somewhere out there. And they cut off their hair, so everyone knows what they have done"
Michael’s face was serious.
"No need to lie about that to you. Only an idiot would not get wind of that soon" His smirk directed at Sebastian, as if he was trying to say he considered him as foolish enough not to notice.
"Barbaric, isn’t it?", he continued with angelic smile, taking a sip of wine