What was the German meant to do?

He had been enjoying a nice good book, standing near his desk (he had been so lost in reading, he forgot to sit down...) and now his colleague was behind him, grabbing... Pulling...

Soldier's hands slowly slipped up Medic's sweater. The Doctor's expression remaining unchanged. Still just as unamused, and absolutely unimpressed as it has been when Soldier burst in complaining about the colder temperatures. (Living in a snowy base in the mountains does that you know.)

"... Mein Freund, did you need somezhing, or are you just here to complain? Because if zhat is zhe case, zhen you can go. Ozhervise, Vhat do you want? I am busy herr Soldier..."

Medic sighs.. watching his pretty dark turquoise sweater be lifted a little to reveal the rounded, somewhat chubby, and hair belly beneath.