Dean rather thought there was more to that comment, but chose not to ask. They were acquaintances at best at the moment, no need to ruin it. Bourbon though, that was a good choice. "Haven't had any of that since I was in the States, they really know how to make it over there." The midwest, Tennessee, they always had the best. It was smokey and always had a hint of something underneath that hit on the back end. "I have a full bar if you'd rather something else, no bourbon though, and no scotch," Dean pulled a face. It was like drinking acid to him. Thank Merlin he'd finished off that one bottle with Cleon.

"How do you like games and sports? I admit I don't usually have much to do with your department, unless there's a World Cup going on." Which was a pity, Dean had always had a soft spot for quidditch players. Something about those athletic bodies.