Dieter flashed a warm smile when Pree told him he'd lock it next time. "You know me," he told him. A regular lock like this would be barely a hindrance but feeling a lock giving way would be nice, especially with all of this going on.
He took his shoes off on his way to the bed, and helped himself to sprawling across it, laying on his stomach with his head propped up by his hands and his knees bent, feet kicked up. "Incredibly bored - oh, you saint," he said happily, taking the bottle to steal a sip before handing it back over.
"It's Hell in here, all of these locked doors I can't open and nothing to do. I was reading," he wrinkled his nose. Not that there was anything wrong with reading, but it was so... idle.