[That was the attention he was looking for and, yeah, he basked in it a little. He liked the wide-eyed look and nervous way Sam licked his lips, trying not to ogle too much. Dean rolled his shoulders against Sam's fingers and laughed at the club refusal.] No? Where else would you wear something like this? Well, unless there's a motorcycle magazine photo shoot around here..?

[He nuzzled Sam's jaw lightly.] Still interested? There's a bunch of other stuff.