Settling back into his seat, Dean got comfortable, leaning back for the moment, perfectly content to follow the introductory chitchat. "Been traveling for work. Was thankfully in Egypt for that Merlin-forsaken snow storm." He wasn't a huge fan of cold weather other than it leant itself nicely to snuggling up in bed with another warm body. Being stuck inside by himself for a few days surely would have driven him mad. "Then I managed to get myself caught up in a pocket of strange magic afterward, cracked a rib and some bone in my arm." Thankfully it had been an easy, if uncomfortable mend. He flexed his fingers on that had instinctively anyway, as if to prove the pain was gone.

"Almost unlocked my Arabic, been studying it for a while now." He knew enough to carry on a basic conversation, which was really all he needed for work anyway, but Dean rarely did things half-assed and he just needed some more practice with native speakers. He would get there. "And yourself?" He couldn't pretend to know what married men did with their spare time as he rarely had any between work and his... extracurricular pursuits, but he supposed it might very well be dreadfully boring. Not that he found Lestrange boring; Dean had enjoyed their conversation back in February, but he found the whole institution of marriage boring. Sleeping with the same person, in this case, the same woman, for the rest of your life? No thank you. It was one of his biggest hesitations about settling down. He knew it would make his mother blissfully happy, but Dean knew he would be miserable.

Leaving room for Lestrange to answer, Dean leaned forward again to open the Tullamore and poured them both two fingers of the whiskey before sliding one glass towards his company to try. "There's a science to this, if you're interested." He added before the other man could take a sip.