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Dieter held a small paper in his hands that had directions around the circus camp to a trailer that held who, apparently, was supposed to be his assistant. He was excited, and his large toothy grin twitched slightly every now and then with anticipation. He repeated what he'd say over and over again in his head. 'Hallo, I am Dieter, Very nice to meet you." His lips worded everything he thought.

Finally, he walked up to it, looking up at the small steps and eying the door. Suddenly, flashes of who could be standing behind it popped into his head, and that of a one eyed, hairy hunchback made it's way into his mind.

"Mein Gott, please no." He muttered quietly to himself as he walked up the stairs. His first few knocks were soft before he finally got the courage to make a sound actually loud enough for animals other than dogs to hear.

Dieter's eyes grew larger from the pleasant surprise. She was indeed no one-eyed hairy hunchback, but quite the young lady. His already existing large grin grew even wider. The kinds of thoughts that raced his mind when he saw her were hardly hidden.

"Hallo! I am Dieter, Very nice to meet you!" He pulled out another piece of paper from his pocket that had his name written on it, followed by directions to his trailer. He handed it to her like a business card. When he saw her smile, his head became to bob slightly, his grin at this point, slightly perverse. He quickly followed in after, ducking under the door frame.

"Nice place." Which was half honest. "Small space for small person?" He said, chortling.

"Dee-ter." He said, chuckling quietly with his finger extended towards her in such a sly manner. "Dee-ter. Dee-ter Von Brandt" There was that grin of his again, flashing in whatever cool demeanor he saw himself in for the moment. "Scarlett?" He nodded, sticking his thumbs behind his suspenders and moving them up and down smoothly. "Very nice name. Very pretty. Very fitting." His nostrils flared slightly, Oh, I'm so cool

He stared at her for a brief moment, "Damn." He muttered to himself. Foiled. "I'm sure there's ways of conserving space. HA. Ha, Ha. Get it? Ah..." He coughed quietly.

"They sent me to you? Assistant for my performance."

Dieter took a deep breath when she exhaled in his face, and the path of the smoke from her lips to his nose were very distinct. He simply smiled at her. "What happened to on top of the bed?" It never seemed to take much for him to become completely enamored with a girl. But apparently, it only took a few minutes and smoke blown in his face.

"If I told you, you'd be different. And I don't know if I'd like different." Which, was something else that was half honest. He liked bad girls, but good girls tooted his horn just a bit more.

"Make room?" His smile went from bold to hopeful. "DeeDee." He scoffed slightly. It sounded like a girl's name.

"My jokes aren't lame." Slowly, he began to pout. It was suddenly like a bruise to his ego. He began muttering under his breath phrases that could only be construed as 'you have no sense of humor'.

"I don't know. I didn't think about it. I thought they told you something to do."

The change in his expression didn't take long as he quickly sat down next to her, adjusting his pants slightly as he moved in, revealing his socks that mismatched ever so slightly (one navy, the other black).

"My act is simple. I have wolves, ya? We play together, do tricks, blahblahblah." His hands moved along with him as he spoke. "Maybe you come in on second part? I turn into wolf, and do tricks with you!"

The last part took a moment to factor in, and his chortling quietly began. "Ahahah, that's funny." Tricks. Oh, the kind of tricks he'd like to do with her.

There was a slight moment of pause. He was caught off guard by her command. It wasn't exactly like he was some sort of dog for her to point and demand from. ... Oh Wait.

"Huh. Uh. Well. Hm." He stood up in front of her and awkwardly began fumbling with his fingers. Every now and then he scratched his head. This seemed so lackluster. "Well, this seems awkward." He said, laughing nervously. "Doesn't feel right unless I'm in show? Ahah." It wasn't like he couldn't do it. It just seemed so strange to do it so randomly. "Maybe later."

"Castrated? Castrated. Castrated." The word was repeated for a few minutes before he finally figured out what it was. "What! No! Why would my losing der hoden be funny?" His eyebrows furrowed. He was quite attached to his, er, hoden. And didn't like the idea of being detached from them.

"Ah, I don't think you have to worry much about looking pretty." He said, grinning.

And she had him in her little hands.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His face looked so strangely serene with the exception of the lip twitch that happened every so often. It was almost like witnessing a live flip book of a transformation. His facial features slowly adjusting, his nose and mouth extending gradually and what 'little' stubble he sported on his face seemed to grow longer, as well as any other miniature hairs. The more his head seemed to change, the more his arms and legs changed, causing him to fall forward, his hands catching his fall at the last minute. Low grunts were released every now and then, accompanied by his heavy breathing. Discomforting crunching sounds seemed to echo in the trailer as his bones shifted to form that of a canine. A small noticeable bump at the low of his back began to extend more and more as the transformation progressed, the hairs on his body seemed to cover it in a spiraling motion until it reached the tip.

It wasn't very long until a full sized Wolf stood before her. He was the size of an adult Grey, though his fur itself resembled that of a red wolf. His large brown and green crescented eyed looked up at her as he whined slightly. He nuzzled her hand gently as his tail began to wag furiously, shaking his hips violently.