Dean was starting to piece things together, or so he thought. While Dempsey wrestled with whatever it was he was trying to say, Dean just ate quietly. The eggs had already gone cold, but he didn't much care. He just knew he was starving and this would likely be his only option to get some food into him for a while. He assumed anyway.

Once it all sort of came tumbling out, Dean put it together finally. Dempsey had overheard them, had figured out what was going on; was perseverating on the one thing that Dean said really wasn't a big deal. It wasn't who he was spending time with, it was how. Dean had meant it when he said that part of his life didn't need to be anything that happened between them. He honestly hadn't indulged for a while, but Thaleia had been interested and Dean knew it was better to start off with someone you were already comfortable with. There were a multitude of reasons he'd agreed to indulge her curiosity, but none of them had been because he missed it.

"Nothing is missing at all," Dean was perfectly content with their arrangement. He spent more time with Dempsey than anyone else. He enjoyed his time with Dempsey more than anyone else. "Thaleia asked me to introduce her," he wasn't sure if this was too much information, but he hoped it helped round out the picture. "It hadn't been the plan to bring her back with me, she was already headed to Paris to visit friends. Otherwise I would have let you know I was available sooner." Dempsey had been his first thought upon returning home, he just hadn't been available yet. "It's better to try it with someone you know, someone you feel comfortable with. Not somebody who's going to take advantage of the situation." Dean and his rules made him a safe person to experiment with. He would rather Thaleia learn her limits and how to use them with him than with somebody else. Then if she got into a situation with another person, she could take control if she needed to. "I only did it because she asked, not because I was particularly missing anything."

Finished eating, he mirrored Dempsey's position, forearms on the table, leaning forward, mug between his hands. "That was just sex, this is..." He trailed off, not sure how to finish the phrase. It was just more. It was decidedly not, just sex.