"Really?" Dean looked at the skirt she wore. It was barely long enough as it was. If she bent forward, even the slightest bit..."Huh. Neither am I," he replied with a grin. He slid an arm around her, and maybe his hand smoothed down the back of her skirt, fingers drifting to her thighs before he pulled back and let his arm fall in to place at her waist. "Let's go."