Dean loved nothing more than reading a situation correctly.

God, he could use a good shag.

Dempsey's confirmation of his intentions only added fuel to the simmering fire that Dean had been kindling all evening. Of course he didn't have a partner in mind when he'd started out, but he was arrogant enough to assume he would find someone amenable. Naturally it helped that he had read the situation for what it was and had managed to get Demspey to admit it.

"Lucky that," he let out with a low drawl, letting his gaze fall meaningfully on the other man. "My flat isn't too far from here either, if that's the sort of adventure you're in the mood for." Merlin he was, but Dean would never be the one to get too eager. His moods were as fickle as the winds, but once he locked onto what he wanted, Dean was nothing if not persistent. The catch was that he needed to be the one to harness the intrigue, to make the other person want the idea of him as much as he did. "If you want to ditch the party, that is." The smug smile was far too confident for him to think anything but.