Dean bristled a little at Dempsey's demeanor. He'd seen the other man drunk before, and they'd been drunk together, but Dean never, ever got sloppy with another person around. He never got sloppy ever. Dean liked being in control of himself and the situations he found himself in far too much to let go. Besides, things just got messy when you were too far gone and there could be very real, very serious consequences if anything got out of hand.

"What have you been up to this evening thus far?" He questioned without answering the one posed to him. Dean couldn't make the decision about entertaining Dempsey's whims until he knew he was in a good place to make up his own mind. Casually placing a marker in his book, Dean set it aside and set his feet on the floor, facing Dempsey as he stripped out of the unnecessary layers they both found infuriating in the process of getting them off. It was sort of endearing, but also slightly annoying. If Dempsey was just a little drunk, fine, but if it was something else, Dean was going to have to let him down gently, he was in no mood, and frankly feeling just crappy enough, not to want to deal with that tonight.