"Many is relative," Pree sniffed. "I've been in a few." He couldn't pull off enigmatic for more than a moment or two and broke into a grin. "First time I was picked up by the Company, I was thirteen. Now I should say all I'd stolen was a loaf of bread... but that loaf of bread was vacuum sealed in a warehouse containing antiques and, well. Maybe a few of those were never found?" He looked at Dieter with wide, innocent eyes. "How was little old me supposed to know that might happen? All I knew was set this explosive charge here, that explosive charge there..."
Prison terms two and three had been less innocent or whimsical, so Pree moved right past them as though they hadn't happened. "Then there was the time I turned myself in for crimes against the Company and hitched a ride out of a very sticky situation. The time I infiltrated a prison to get someone else out... But all of that is behind me. Now I'm just an honest barkeep with a great sense of style." He blew lightly over Dieter's nails to dry the polish even faster. "Needs a second coat, but I think we're getting there. Do you like it?"