When Dean had agreed to this, he wasn't exactly sure what it was Hanna wanted from him, but he was happy to play along. He certainly couldn't promise her anything meaningful, but he did enjoy her company and he definitely enjoyed the activities she was interested in at the moment, so he could carefully have her over for some lessons at her comfort level.

He'd picked up a bottle of good red wine, remembering her preference from their first meeting. He'd opened it and was letting it breathe as he sat in an armchair by the fire with an adventure novel and a glass of whiskey for himself. He'd gotten a couple of bottles when he and Lestrange had jetted off to Ireland for a tasting and he thought this might be a good night to pull one off the shelf. It wasn't nerves, Dean hadn't felt any sort of nervousness about anything like this in a long, long time, but he worried he was playing with fire and he might get burned somehow. This was why he typically didn't dabble in debutantes, but he was placing a safe bet on Hanna and he just hoped he wasn't wrong.

The floo lit up green, announcing her arrival, and Dean closed his book with a snap as she stepped out. "Evening," he greeted, with a smile, her enthusiasm amusing to him. "Glad you could make it." Though this was sort of new to him too, he was intrigued by the prospect. "I got you some wine." He motioned to where it sat opened on the table nearby. A little liquid courage never hurt.