Dieter let Pree pull his hand away, chuckling through a soft apology about being reckless with his nails, but then Pree pressed his fingerpad down onto the paint to smudge it on purpose. He barked out a laugh, a faux-offended face aimed up at him.
"My nails! Do you know how much a good manicure costs in this city, I want to see your manager," he started but had to pause to laugh, looking down at the nail and tilted his head, admiring. "Oh, I can see your fingerprint," he remarked, looking up at Pree again, smile and eyes bright. "Now I have evidence," he joked. "I can prove it, you were here." He bit on his lower lip as he tried not to smile too widely.