Dieter jumped when he heard Pree's greeting, looking up at him and relaxing again back into himself, shaking his head a touch. "Here I thought I could fool everyone into believing me well-rested," he joked, spreading his arms for a moment and then having a closer look at Pree.
His head tilted slightly, a curious glance ticking up and down him. "You look less adorned now than you did naked," he noted, leaning onto his hand, weight of his head fully supported by his elbow. Without that arm he might be falling face-first onto the bar, was his level of exhaustion.
"Come sit," he invited, touching the stool beside his own. He needed the drink less than he needed the company.