"Maybe," Pree replied thoughtfully as he gingerly wiped off the excess nail polish against the narrow lip of the bottle and applied the rest in slow, even strokes to Dieter's nail. "I've known my fair share of headstrong people, but I didn't know this one. Maybe this Elektra is the kind who decides the first obstacle in her path is a reason to turn back." His gaze ticked up to meet Dieter's. "You've met her. You saw her under pressure." He'd know if what Pree was saying held a lick of truth or if he was barking up the wrong tree.
"Besides," Pree went on, returning to his task, "I'm of the opinion that a hotel that abducts people and holds them prisoner has no leg to stand on when it comes to hurt feelings. I've got a list of grievances as long as my arm." He booped Dieter on the nose with a knuckle. "Don't be so hard on yourself, sunshine. Plenty of people out there who'll do it for you - and not in the fun way, either."