Ulrich was working in his office as usual, the substance in his helmet-head shimmering slightly. He looked engrossed in his work, until he heard a familiar, pleasant melody. You had changed the record on the gramophone, and it was his favorite song, but you didn't know that. He turned to look at you. You were a famous scientist, a recipient of many awards, and now you were sharing a room with him to work. He looked at you a little confused, but then he recognized you and made a small bow

It's you.. It's an honor to meet you.

he paused, the music that played from the gramophone warmed his soul and made it flutter

You have wonderful taste, Mistress/Sir