Pleased with the turn of events, Dean waved him on, smirking at Dempsey's comment about company. Crossing the street, he ducked down an alley and took a left, perfectly find with leading the way. He lived in a nicer part of muggle London for now. He hadn't decided if he wanted to settle here, with a little anonymity or back in Hogsmeade where he had easier access to magic more familiar company. Being fresh off his internship and already handling his career had come fairly naturally, but he still wasn't quite sure where he belonged. Tonight wasn't the time to figure it out either.

It didn't take long for him to lead Dempsey to the nondescript building that he was currently letting the top floor of. It was little more than a one-room studio, but it was a large room with some decent views. Energized by the night's possibilities, he jaunted up the stairs to and unlocked the door. "It's not much, but I'm not fussy." He chuckled as he let them in. Flicking his wand, he lit the gas lamps and shrugged out of his jacket easily. "Drink? I've got almost anything but scotch." Blegh, scotch. He didn't like the distasteful burn of it, not like a good whiskey. Dean motioned for Dempsey to do what he liked as he meandered toward the little sidebar that served as his liquor cabinet.