Dietrich opened the door and lit some candles. He preffered them to the eletric lights simply because it reminded him of home. He whispered to Maus and the rat scurried to some corner of the caravan.<br/>"Sorry about the mess. I like to seperate work and play." All over the floor dog eared books and magazines sat. Off to the corner a typewriter sat dishelved and clearly well used. He quickly lit his gas stove and placed on a teapot. The stove doubled as his heater in the winter and sputtered to life with a foul belch. He then turned to Nina and smiled,<br/>"So my pretty little sing bird any ideas for our duet? I can play the violin, flute, piano and even a smattering of the trumpet." As the caravan began to become warm he removed his jacket revealing a dress shirt neatly pressed and cared for. Unlike many other preformers Dietrich had not been lax in his social moors and mannerisms.<br/>"So I imagine this is a bit nicer than an oversized birdcage?"