Don Juan grinned. "I'll be on my best behavior," he joked in an offhand way. An easy parry to make without having really considered what Dean had said. As he thought about it more, though... perceptive. Probably what Dean meant wasn't that he ought to mind his manners or avoid slipping uneaten bites of food into his napkin. Probably he also hadn't meant avoiding physical contact; that went without saying. They'd been together often enough in public that Hudson knew exactly what Don Juan's tolerances and assumptions were about that sort of thing, and vice versa. What he was suggesting was something more than that... perceptive. What sorts of things might she perceive, watching Dean and Don Juan together at dinner? Don Juan watched the ground for a moment as they walked, turning over possibilities in his mind.

"I'm not afraid," he said after a moment. Maybe he couldn't speak to Hudson's sister specifically — he didn't know her, and didn't know how she was likely to react. In the general sense, though, he didn't think he was afraid of someone realizing. He wouldn't have asked Hudson to dinner tonight if he had been.

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