[He let out a soft noise when Dean's hand went right back to his lap--definitely might not make it through dinner at this rate... and he was debating if they didn't, if he should let her come her keep teasing her. It'd make it all the more worth it later.]

[For now, he just took a deep gulp from his beer, figuring he could get away with running his free hand slowly up her inner thigh and back down again, teasing.]