The Crusaders of his world sort of are. It's all the German PR machine. With death and terror all around, with the threat of humanity getting wiped out completely, people needed heroes. Someone to look up to in times of trouble. For Germany, that had been the Crusaders. The human wall against the onslaught of the Omnics. They fought bloody battle after bloody battle and against all odds, often came out on top. Though their number was less and less each year as the Crisis went on, the Crusaders were the Immortal Defenders of Germany. And Reinhardt, with his looks and his personality, was the posterboy.

"Ja! A favor! If I am going to go onto battle, I would wear your favor as a token, so that my victory will be dedicated to you!" He frowns a little when he's told that Venom doesn't have one. And then that frown vanishes into a bold grin.

"Ahhh. But you do." He leans down and then leans down some more. His long hair falls into his face. If the young man doesn't step back and quick, he's going to get to feel the scrape of facial hair and the press of lips in a boldly stolen kiss.