Dean sighed softly, leaning both forearms in the table, wine glass spinning idly between his fingers. "What did you write to her about?" He knew he had to choose his questions carefully. He also knew that there were likely extenuating circumstances now that everything was out in the open. Legally things were under more scrutiny. This sort of litigation was mostly beyond his comprehension, but Dean had enough experience translating in court rooms and with legal documents to know there was very little margin for error.

It never failed that he left the country and something heavy came up, but it seemed like Don Juan had gotten through alright without him. He was here now and they could talk it out if he wanted. Still, in an effort to lighten the mood he asked, with less seriousness, evident in his smile,"Should I stop learning Dutch?" He hadn't put a ton of effort into it yet, but he'd be fluent before the trial, he hoped, it didn't seem all that difficult, compared to some of the others he'd learned. Its necessity remained to be seen, but he hated when people around him spoke in languages he didn't understand, especially when it was important. It was a two-fold desire; one, he didn't want the other party involved in the trial to think they could get away with anything by speaking in a foreign language and two, if Don Juan's daughter did come to live with the Dempseys, she might like to have someone around who could speak her first language.