Aidan wasn't comfortable with her nearness, and was actually pretty glad when Dean pulled her hand away. The closer she was, the weirder he felt about her.
"It wasn't my doing." He said, understanding the word that she used. It's what fancy Greeks liked to call themselves back in the day. She was a lot older than she looked, he thought.
"Dean, we do. Need to go. Right now."
Though he couldn't pinpoint the woman or what she was, he wasn't having any of it, and he wasn't about to let his friend get tangled up in it, either. No way.
"I also don't think you should be calling her crazy." It didn't matter if she was. She probably wouldn't like it.