You were uncomfortable enough with two frat boys checking you out, Dean... do you think a club would be any better? [He arched a brow.] Besides, you're right - you don't dance.

[He nodded slowly at that question because, God, as much as he liked where he was sitting, the way he looked... he was definitely going to be in trouble if Dean didn't give him another breather. His mind was heading in all the wrong directions - mostly about how it'd be easy to take that shirt off and how that skirt was hiked up just enough to practically ache to see underneath - Yeah, he totally had to get a hold of himself.] Yeah, okay. Let's see what else you got.