Aha, so the book was hers. Had this gone differently, he might have been forced to break down the door. Dick pulled the book closer to his body when he saw the woman put out her hand in an expectant manner, he wouldn't give it up that easily.

"My name's Dick. I'm what you could call a Wandering Lover of Nature. Mind if I come in? I don't bite." He replied jovially. He told the truth. He did quite enjoy nature, including the less savory parts and if worst came to worst, he gored, kicked and trampled, but never bit. That was Wolfy's thing. In an attempt to show that he was no danger, Dick showed that the only thing in his other hand was his walking stick, gnarled and blackened.