Re: Adrian's: Caleb R/Dietre A
"Sieglinde," Caleb repeated as he ran his hands over her head and ears, down her back while her tail went crazy. "She's fantastic." They'd often had dogs at the farm, but they were working dogs, not family dogs, and thus rarely allowed inside the house, but he had enjoyed their company and sometimes still did. "Sieglinde, is that German?" He asked once she had decided she'd had enough of licking his face and his attention.
"It's good to see you too, Dietre," he said as he stood, an easy grin playing out over his features. "Uh, just water if you have it." He rarely drink beer or wine -- sometimes it felt too easy to keep drinking more and more of it until there was too much and he had a new addiction. It wasn't something he was willing to tempt. "A cup of coffee if you already have a pot on. Otherwise just water is fine."
He followed the motion of Dietre's hands, carefully walking around Sieglinde to enter the living room. Caleb didn't know much about piano's, but he knew that the piano looked like it was meant to be there in the corner of the room. A few steps in, he remembered his manners as his fingers scritched over Sieglinde's head again. "You have a lovely home here. Have you lived here long?"