Dean didn't have any delusions of deflowering a desperate debutante tonight. He didn't quite think Johanna knew what she was opening herself up for and so far their previous interactions did not lead him to believe she was that sort of girl. Pretty ladies who liked to do puzzles in their spare time were not sexual deviants.

Still, he could appreciate her bravado and sense of adventure. He leaned back slightly, body stilling for a moment, though he didn't move his hands. "What exactly does that mean to you?" He questioned, eyebrow quirked curiously.