Dean couldn't help but to chuckle at the comment about feeling younger. He hardly felt the near-thirty that he was, so he couldn't quite get behind the logic, but couldn't fault Pettigrew for it either. "I like that a little harmless trouble is probably the least of anyone's problems tonight." A place like this was easy to visit once and never again if the need arose. There were enough little spots like this that he couldn't get kicked out of or recognized in all of them. Not that Dean liked to cause overt trouble, it was more like the covert kind he got himself into that could be a problem.

"At least it isn't as crowded as the last place," some nights called for the ruckus at the Augurey and he was usually fine with it, enthralled by it even, but other times he was perfectly content with a situation like this; new company, what could be considered a cozy little corner and an open evening.