"Practice does make perfect, or so I'm told." Dean had a lot of practice. He certainly wasn't complaining, and he thought himself a good enough teacher, at least in this respect. "And you have come to the right place," Dean assured her over the rim of his own glass. He had to wonder, briefly, if this might be setting her up for some future tension. When she managed to snag a husband, would he be thrown off by what she already knew? Dean knew he wouldn't even flinch, in fact, he'd probably be thrilled, but most men wanted their debutantes fresh and chaste.

He considered Hanna for a moment, sipping at his whiskey. "Any questions? Anything you'd prefer I do or do not do?" Dean was starting to work out a plan; show her a few things, what to do with her hands, what to avoid, etc, but thought some clear guidelines would be good, so they both knew what to expect.