"I don't think they ...no." Dean watched the hands, a little put out by it. He didn't have any reason to be; Aidan was just motioning how big his knockers were, and Dean did understand that. Just...
"Yeah, I adjusted the straps." He started to do a slight dog after tail motion, trying to see if he had done the straps, even if his shirt was in the way. Round and round he went for a moment or two, then stopped, holding up his hand.
"Shut up. We're going. And stop doing that." He did the hand cupping motion. "This is someone's daughter's body. She may not like you doing that." Though he didn't think Aidan would have that much trouble convincing the woman otherwise, whoever she was. Dean thought nothing of that thought either. It was the simple truth; Aidan might have some game somewhere, right? The guy was old; he had to have learned something along the way.