Dieter laughed at that accusation. "It would not surprise you that I've been called a brat before," he guessed, but he finally picked his head up to let Pree get back to work.
It was amazing, truly, how well Pree knew him. "And because I'd want to see if there's a punishment," he added. He could tell, something about the way Pree looked at him, like he was putting up a resistance that was crumbling. Dieter mainly worked by coaxing moves out of others.
He reached up to pluck at the same cord, and then to touch a bit of Pree's clothes, rubbing the fabric with the pad of his fingers, trying not to smudge but unable to keep his hands idle. "I agree. I very much think that we are on the same page, don't you?"