Dieter nodded his understanding and his agreement. Setting that aside for something that seemed much nicer to think about. He gave a cock of his head to one side, and then shifted to set his chin on Pree's knee for a moment.
"But what even is good behavior?" he asked, philosophically. "And how will you know? I could be a scamp, running around and opening locks and bothering the ghosts and doing graffiti," he pointed out.
"And then I show up with this face on," he innocently batted his eyes, "and ask you for a drink and a song."