Well, nothing interesting was probably good enough. Eventually everything would settle and his trips wouldn't be anything other than a few days apart. For now all he could hope for was uneventful, if nothing better. "If I must," Dean chuckled, nipping at Don Juan's jaw before leaning back. "I brought back some treats." French wine would always be superior to him, plus their cheese was better too. And the chocolate. Maybe he was a little biased being raised in a house with a French cook. He'd set aside a new bottle of red for Hanna, but other than that, they could try whatever they wanted.

Disentangling himself, Dean grabbed the bloodied towel from the edge of the sink with the intention of cleaning up the kitchen floor. He led the way back to the kitchen and bent to wipe up the few drops of blood on the floor and the knife before tossing the rag into the sink. He inspected the cutting board, but thankfully nothing had gotten on there. It wasn't much, just a good baguette, some hard cheese, fruit. Enough to pick on and if they decided they wanted more there was something in the icebox from the housekeeper they could share, too.

"The wine is over there," he tossed a hand haphazardly in the direction of the two bottles to choose between, setting back to finishing the task he'd started before cutting his finger, this time with a smaller knife he hopefully he wouldn't injure himself with. He'd tucked the reserved one in the cabinet so it wasn't something he had to explain.