Dean leaned in for probably a few seconds longer than was necessary to light the cigarette, but he was taking any opportunity he could get to be just a little closer. It was funny how he'd started to gravitate toward Dempsey even in the most innocent at ways; at parties, around the house, just to be in the same space, even if more often than not, there wasn't anything to be done about it. "I thoroughly enjoyed the poem quiz, your sister's ideas of translations are very... eccentric." He didn't know what other word to use. It was the only thing he could think of to encompass everything that had happened so far tonight. Dean hadn't thought Don Juan was all that outrageous (unless talking about dead authors) but to see them all together was like watching some sort of show.

He had to chuckle at Dempsey's appraisal of his brother and new sister-in-law. They were quite passionate verbally, it no doubt translated to the bedroom. Things like that were hard to contain. "I bet it's spirited." He agreed after a drag of his cigarette. "Never been scared of the dark." Dean affirmed. The nighttime was when all of the fun happened, so there was really nothing to be afraid of.

Letting Dempsey lead the way, Dean fell into step beside him easily, looking out over the dark gardens in the little light they had from the house. He was content with the companionable silence, but knew Dempsey was practically vibrating with questions. "I think they're charming." Dean did, truly. Wildly different than his own family, who could be stuffy and a little drab, especially compared to this. "It's nice your parents support everyone's endeavors without question." There really hadn't been much of a discussion for him or his elder brother; it was a job at the ministry of some kind and that was that. There was no lack of love in his family, but they were far more traditional in their affection and closeness than this. It was neither bad nor good, just different.