Normally, Dean wouldn't argue the point. The problem was, that the energy wasn't being used up the same way that it used to, but he couldn't tell Don Juan that. It wasn't a bad thing and he didn't want to drum up any resentment or unnecessary questions. Dean didn't harbor any resentment; he just didn't know what to do with himself in the aftermath. It wasn't even that really, he was completely satisfied with what they were doing, it was just that underlying reason he couldn't seem to let go of. So he chose not to comment on that answer and shrugged, though regretted that too.

"Not if it puts that look on your face." Dean had been in Don Juan's position; a partner with a habit he didn't like, Dean's was just easier to give up. "I'll figure something else out. Running maybe." He chuckled, but he'd done that in the past too and it was a good use of his energy, even if his mind could still wander. It wasn't as fun when he'd been drunk at the time, but now he could try again. "Come on," he held out a hand to signal he was very ready to lean back against the pillows and pass out, or at least pretend to, since his mind was still racing with everything he wasn't brave enough to say.