Satisfied he'd finally distracted Hanna from her questions, Dean didn't pull out all of the stops, but followed her cues to the crest of the wave before pulling back. He hadn't anticipated getting quite so far this first night, so he hadn't thought through what to do with himself after all was said and done, but he could figure it out. He ran his hand down his stubble, followed by the collar of his shirt swiftly before he settled himself back next to Hanna on the bed.

Dean was careful to lay face down, leaning on his elbows as he looked at her with bemused gratification, even if he was slightly uncomfortable. It would fade, or it would take care of it himself after she left. "Better than kissing?" He teased lightly, pleased with himself at the very least.