His questions went largely unanswered and Dean was simultaneously frustrated and relieved by it. He hadn't gotten the information he'd asked for, but it was also an easy out from the conversation. If a solicitor was involved, things were really heading toward the legal route and now he wondered even more just what was going to change in the wake of it.

"Alright," Dean couldn't get a good read on how Don Juan was feeling about this. The casualness in his demeanor said it wasn't something to worry about, but how could it not be? A daughter was a pretty big responsibility. Dean still had a ton of questions, but got the impression this conversation was going to go nowhere, so there was no point in trying to prolong it and maybe spark an argument. He took a long swig of his whiskey, draining the glass, but didn't pour another. Instead he set it aside and ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do next. He still wasn't tired and he felt that strange itch under his skin again, but there was nothing he could do about it tonight.