Dean took a lazy sip of his bourbon as Lestrange took a seat opposite him. "Understandable, it's quite the twitter." He cast a look toward where the evening's entertainment was in full swing. There was a flutter of giggles and some whispering that had him smiling behind his glass.

"I do wonder what it smells like to a debutante who has never so much as stolen a kiss in the garden," Dean mused with a chuckle. "Surely it can't have the intoxicating scent of a man's cologne," something Dean himself enjoyed and his flippant comment was no accident. His own was a mix of cedarwood with a hint of peach and something smokey underneath he couldn't remember. He'd been told on several occasions just how lovely it was.

Mulling over Lestrange's question, he pursed his lips, rolling his tongue over the bourbon. "Not sure I will. It's probably changed since school." It would make sense, as one matured and tastes changed. "Leave it to the ladies and their imaginations tonight." He smirked, taking another long sip of his bourbon.