Hans listened intently to Erich's side of the story, quirking an eyebrow at some point but refraining from interrupting the man. After Erich paused from his words, Hans puffed out the last smoke from his cigarette.
"I am no longer in the Military. Don't expect me to apprehend you if you choose to divulge any state secret today."
The man spoke in a jestfull tone before tossing Erich yet another glance.
"Und nein. It's actually Wolfwood. Stein was the nickname I received during my years of service from one of my superiors. He had a sadistic satisfaction of treating me worse than the others, only to notice that in the end I didn't even blink. He eventualy came to his senses, but not before wasting valuable time with me, to his disadvantage, ofcourse."
The man leaned forth, putting out the cigarette in the recipient while talking. Beneath that solid stance, a trace of satisfaction was present in his tone as he recalled the good days in the Military.
