Dieter nodded his agreement. It was interesting. In this hotel, nothing was entirely a surprise anymore, though. He sat up on the edge of his bed, yawning and stretching. He was in a soft t-shirt and pants. His curls were askew. He was hardly dressed to entertain but it couldn't be helped now.
"Dieter," he introduced himself as well. "And no, that is all belonging to my roommate, Severus. I believe he's a wizard," he explained, as easy as saying he thought he had black hair and dark eyes.
"I wonder why the musical beds in the night," he mused as he got up. "A thing to ponder. Excuse me a moment," he said, gesturing toward the bathroom. But he didn't get more than three steps away before he felt a yank back toward Eames, and he made a soft surprised sound.