Dieter laughed softly. No wonder they got along so well, they were kindred spirits save for one vital thing. "Explosives are cheating," he told him with a little wrinkle of his nose and a laugh. "But I suppose you didn't have a good lockpick with you."
Pree, it seemed, had quite a life. Lots of ins and outs of prison. "An absolutely wonderful sense of style," he agreed, looking down and admiring his nails. "I love it," he told him honestly. "I've never painted them before, but it suits," he said, lifted a hand up to hold in front of the face. It was a good choice of color with his hair and his eyes. And then gave his hand back.