"What's a Killjoy?" Dieter asked him. "Is it like a bounty hunter?" He couldn't imagine wanting Pree sent to prison. "Maybe I would hire one to keep you here," he suggested. "For manicures." Not just for manicures, he told himself. He was a safecracker; he took his time. Time wasn't always on his side, though.
"You should do my makeup, too," he suggested. "Me with some eyeliner, maybe gold glitter, very David Bowie." He watched Pree work, smiling a touch. "Do you have tattoos, Pree?"