"It was a good test of my vocabulary." Dean had sifted through a lot of languages in his head to try and come up with what he thought the unfamiliar poems were asking for. He had no idea if he'd done them justice, but nobody had said anything to the contrary so he was taking it for the win that it was. He had to wonder if anybody would even know but it was amusing nevertheless.

Casting another look over his shoulder at the house, Dean chuckled. "We'll probably find out in the longest two hours of my life." He mused, half-looking forward to it and half-dreading it for two very different reasons. The thought of being invited back had him split as well; it would be nice, but it would also be dangerous. He couldn't spend too much time here amongst the rest of the Dempseys, but it was an experience he wouldn't mind repeating.

They turned a corner and were mostly obscured from the house by some sort of large bush, so Dean deigned to lean over and press his lips to Dempsey's jaw, just a little something to hold himself over until later.