"His name is Maus and he says you are quite lovely, for a bird." Dietrich said as he opened his jacket and pulled out a cigarette. Wearily he lit it and offered the pack to Nina. It was something small but here in the Circus it meant a world of things. Maus squeaked and Dietrich smiled.<br/>"So what's a pretty bird like you doing here?" His accent had gone away mostly but it still inflicted on his everyday speech. He looked her up and down. She was good looking and so far he had seen only other men. The smoke drifted onto the moon like cream in coffee as dietrich exhaled a puff of smoke.