I think you know how good it looks on you already, Dean. [And dammit... wasn't helping that he was now on his lap, skirt hitched up and God- okay. He couldn't resist bringing up his fingers to trail over Dean's back gently, relishing in the feel of even softer skin under his fingertips.] God, you look good. And seriously, dude, you do not need to dance, especially at a club or something.

[He'd never be able to keep the guys off.]