His shot in the dark had hit its mark and Dean couldn't help but feel the little swell of satisfaction in his chest. Despite Dempsey playing it off as an offhand comment, Dean found himself wondering how to now go about this new dilemma. He was also sort of tired of dancing around this already. Dean wasn't normally so straightforward; normally he enjoyed a good game of cat and mouse, but the shitty part was he'd already caught this mouse before and didn't want to chase twice.

Draining his whiskey, Dean hesitated for a moment, looking at his conversation partner, who did look a little put out at the thought of him abandoning her. And while he did feel a little bad about it, Dean tried to placate her with a few choice words in French; a promise for a dance, maybe two later, once he'd gotten the boys stuff out of the way. "Only if I can have my own and not those vanilla things you smoke." The same ones he still had a pack of in a drawer at home. Dean agreed finally with a nod, hand lingering on the blonde's back for a moment before he moved away. She really had been lovely, but was unfortunately just a means to an end tonight. "Allons-y." He motioned for Dempsey to lead the way, echoing a very memorable night when he'd said that to the other man for the first time.