[ the startle that takes to his form to those that don't know him would certainly seem overdramatic, if not at least cinematic in it's extent, but oh no. it's all natural, non artificial 100% dean winchester, stumbling back upright in a non discreet manner, rubbing at the bottom of his nose and casting gaze blatantly elsewhere. because no, he hadn't been inspecting the golden sheen of the dildo, the slight curve it'd taken which had, a moment before she'd joined him, caused a brief glance below the belt. ] I, uh— huh?
[ suave comes with the name, of course, reeling backward a moment to piece together what he'd said, then her own words with an accent thick on her tongue. it doesn't help his fluster that she's taken to taking something for herself, a bit more gothic looking in it's appeal, but nonetheless... interesting. ]
Heh- I mean, I hardly doubt Dorothy was off to see anythin' like this, but... [ a tick of a brow upward, followed by a smirk that dwindles to an expression of his recognition that whatever tangents currently come out of his mouth, he should probably stop. ]
this is dean's nonchalant
[ suave comes with the name, of course, reeling backward a moment to piece together what he'd said, then her own words with an accent thick on her tongue. it doesn't help his fluster that she's taken to taking something for herself, a bit more gothic looking in it's appeal, but nonetheless... interesting. ]
Heh- I mean, I hardly doubt Dorothy was off to see anythin' like this, but... [ a tick of a brow upward, followed by a smirk that dwindles to an expression of his recognition that whatever tangents currently come out of his mouth, he should probably stop. ]