"That is why you have minions," Pree replied, his left brow still cocked as he considered Dieter's active hands in an entirely new light.
No. Bad Pree. As delightful as Dieter was, after the past twenty-four hours, the last thing he needed was someone creeping on him. Pree could entertain all the thoughts - after Dieter's nails were done and he took himself out of his room.
"Beautiful things are often impermanent," he added. "Doesn't make them any less important. Don't mean they bring any less joy, hm? But maybe you're right. I didn't get to do much mixing before. No fresh ingredients, limited variety of decent liquor... and I'm a self-respecting barkeep. If I'm going to peddle booze, it's going to be good booze. This place..." He sighed. "For all that's wrong with - and there's a lot - I can't pretend I'm not enjoying some of it."