Dieter smiled slightly, and he leaned toward where he knew Pree sat, seeking to lean up against him. He just wanted the warm press of a body, and Pree's was one of his favorites.
"I don't think I'd be very good with any weapon if I can't see, but thank you. You should save it for the next person, maybe they'll have a worse weapon than the plunger and you can keep trading down," he advised.
He rested his head against -- he didn't know what. Pree's shoulder? His back? Dieter didn't know or care, he just wanted that comforting closeness.