After a long day, Hauptmann Messler, in just undershirt and shorts, is tired and wants to go to bed, and is attempting to coax a somewhat shy, shirtless Taussig to join him. We're a little closer to the definition of beefcake now, especially since I decided that Taussig was kind of a fit little dude. And, yeah, I decided to do some homoeroticism between him and his superior officer. Can't have Spitzohr and Rudolf being the only gay Nazis!
