Dean noted the black of her dress as she stepped further into the room and wondered what he had missed. Hopefully he didn't say anything stupid on the matter, so decided to just let it go unless she wanted to tell him.

"Truthfully, neither have I." Dean admitted with a laugh as he set down his book. "At least not with this goal in mind." Teaching someone some personal intimacy came with any new partner, generally, until you were comfortable enough together to just know, but this was from scratch, and so very new to him in that respect.

Speaking of getting comfortable, Dean stood from his own seat and paced over to his liquor cabinet to refill his glass. She had a full glass now too and so Dean made his way over to the sofa, patting the cushion next to him. He was moving entirely at her pace here, letting her call the shots with what she was comfortable with, but he also thought he would have to make some first moves by trying to read her expressions and body language. "Tell me about your day," he offered, trying to ease into the situation.