Dean chuckled at Pettigrew's quick defense. It really was no business of his what people got up to in their private time. He had a pretty strict rule of not fooling around with anyone who was married, mostly because they had people who looked at them a little too closely. It wasn't hard for a spouse to pick up on a pattern in behavior or a faint smell of cologne that didn't belong. This mostly applied to women, but Dean had never dallied with a married man either, to his knowledge anyway.

"All the more reason to stay where I'm at." He raised his glass to that and drained the rest of the amber liquid in one long sip. "Another, or do you have to get home to the little lady?" Dean teased with a raised eyebrow and a hint of a mischievous smirk.