Dean had slumped, his eyes tracking the snow outside when the man told him he couldn't stay in the club, but his attention was dragged back when he was offered the couch upstairs.
"Seriously?" His expression was best described as 'puppyish', though the human would deny it if asked. "Oh, man, that would be awesome." He held out his hand for a handshake and then hesitated, because the other man was clearly a Master, and he was maybe not supposed to do that? So he pulled it back, turning his posture into something more submissive, non-threatening. "...that's so uh...generous of you, Master. I'm Dean."