"Do you." Pree didn't make it a question; he'd already agreed, even without opening his mouth. Dieter seemed innocent, but how much of that was genuine and how much was it a defense mechanism? By his own admission, the world he had come from wasn't exactly a paradise. He had run with a crew in which betrayal appeared to shock no one.
In his short time at the hotel, he had taken up with someone dangerous, someone set on doing harm. Did that mean he was a poor judge of character or that he simply didn't care?
The warrant is all, the thrill is all... what's the difference?
"If I asked you to keep still and let me finish," Pree mused aloud, "and that if you don't I'll have to take matters into my own hands... what would you say to that?"