"Where is David, has he gone home?" Ursula looked up from the sagacious bowl in which she was cooking some soup.
"Yes," Gustav answered briefly.
"Too bad. He's so cute, I could munch on him!"
"You have a fiancé," he burbled.
"Oh Gustav, relax! I have no intention of bouncing him off you."
"Bounce? What are you saying? What...?"
"After all, you can see that you like him."
"Don't talk nonsense," he growled hostilely. "What is it with you women that you sniff romance everywhere? David is a decent, simple boy. He doesn't think about guys."
"I said you like him, not the other way around. But I think he likes you too, just a little bit."
"I asked you not to talk nonsense..."
"If he didn't like you even a little, would he put up with your behavior?"
Gustav grunted.
"He is my employee. He doesn't have to like me to put up with me."
"My father doesn't talk to his employees the way you talk to him. Nor yours."
