"Aber immer." He grinned, a cocky, almost smug sort of smile as he pushed up off the wall, brushing off his pants and coat. He was only glad he'd chosen rugged army boots instead of styled leather like... ach. Hmmm. He pushed the thought aside.

"It's no real problem--I do believe we agreed on 'approximately' this hour, ja? I had a pretty good beat going--I should be so lucky as to have music in my head while waiting for a pretty Fräulein more often." The ribbing aside, the wait actually hadn't been too bad; certainly no worse than the wait outside the office to speak with the Chief Prosecutor, at any rate.

And he was more than passingly curious to see what exactly it was that Ramona had in mind.