No- [He leaned in a little, pressing his forehead to hers, trying to settle her down. Even if Dean had a different body right now, he still recognized those subtle little cues she wasn't entirely comfortable.] It's... not that at all, Dean. Promise. Just- [He tipped his head forward, nuzzling against lightly.] nice to here, Dean. Love you. Just wish things were different sometimes... that we could at least see each other more.