"Even if it didn't, I'd say it's a more exciting use of your time than wart cures," Pree scoffed. "But what do I know? Seems like a potion or two could come in handy around here. Place is running rampant with things I can't begin to wrap my head around."
He scooped all but the bottle of cyan nail polish off the bedding, folding his legs so he could lean forward and easily take Dieter's hand. "Just relax your fingers." The rest was up to Pree and his steady touch. "You think that's what this is? The hotel's feeling cranky and teaching us all a lesson about respecting private property?"