Dean had kept his gazed focused singularly forward, just barely resisting the urge to make sure Dempsey was following along and managing the stairs. If he fell, he'd take them both down anyway and then Dean would obviously know.

At the bottom he finally cast a cursory glance over his shoulder just in time to catch Don Juan's rather gloomy proclamation. "I would prefer you didn't." Dean wasn't sure what had Dempsey feeling so down, but he wasn't sure he was allowed to ask anymore. There had been little more than brief eye contact between them at events in the last six months and less than that more often. With all of the travel, it had been a clear breather. Still, he would rather keep Dempsey alive.

"Come to think of it, I'm not sure they have any lions. You may be out of luck." A winged tiger perhaps, but Dean was pulling thoughts out of thin air.