F R I E D R I C H
Friedrich thinks for a moment,
“Hmm, the issue may be not so much that I’m new,
But perhaps I am, by some counts, much older than you.
You see, the thing I recall best, before I shut my doors,
was the all consuming drumbeat of war.
So, unless you’re a deserter, or perhaps just very sick,
I seem to have managed to outlast that last bit.”
The shadow crossing his face at the subject of the war fades in the face of the suggestion of nudity, earning wry smile. Having taken some stock of his present company Friedrich feels comfortable enough to trot out a more frivolous take.
“Getting acquainted with some new faces would be… nice.
Though, If I may offer some unasked for sartorial advice:
Even if one believes himself the standard of physical perfection,
without clothing it’s harder to conceal an erection.”
