Pree nodded. "Reclamation agents. They serve warrants and 'the warrant is all.'" That little bit of the RAC's operating procedure was familiar to anyone who had ever hung out with or been apprehended by a Killjoy. Having done both, Pree recited it almost fondly.
The thought of Dieter hiring bounty hunters to keep him at the hotel could have raised the hair on the back of his neck, if he'd still had any. Pree understood the spirit in which he'd meant it, though. Dieter wanted him around. That was no bad thing.
"David who?" Pree could see it, though: a gentle shimmer on Dieter's cheekbones, a little smokiness around the eyes, a touch of pink to his lips. He caught himself staring, only this time, he didn't look away. "If I say yes, you'll have to consider that you saw me naked from the waist up..." Pree arched his brow. "Fill in the blanks yourself, sunshine."