Thekla. With pleasure.
[She turns her profile toward him.]
Adolf [sits down, fixes her with his eyes and acts as though he were modeling]. Now, don't think of me, think of somebody else.
Thekla. I'll think of my last conquest.
Adolf. The pure youth?
Thekla. Quite right. He had the duckiest, sweetest little mustache, and cheeks like cherries, so delicate and soft, one could have bitten right into them.
Adolf [depressed]. Just keep that twist in your mouth.
Thekla. What twist?
Adolf. That cynical insolent twist which I've never seen before.
Thekla [makes a grimace]. Like that?