Dean as a female was a good deal more playful than Dean in his own body. Or maybe not more, just in a different way. She poked at his mouth getting him to smile, but it wasn't a funny matter in his eyes. It wasn't a joke. He hadn't hit some stranger just for touching Dee's ass. And Aidan was very sure that Dean would have done the same thing if their roles had been reversed.
"I am not going to make the fa..." but she was moving away from that and onto other matters. She sure was chatty when she'd been drinking. That did actually get a little bit of a smile from him. Just the corner of his mouth lifting and falling in a mircosecond.
"Before we came out." Aidan said about feeding. He was done taking risks with that kind of thing. And with Dean being aware of everything, it was just easier. "That's probably why I didn't rip his head off."
Dean... no, not Dean, Dee. Because it was fully Dee in control. If the Dean part of the brain was active and aware, it was being held at bay by the female side that had control. Dee was touching him. Playing with his hair. Touching his face. The issue was not that Dean was a guy in there, it was that he didn't know if Dean was going to be angry about this in the morning, when there was less alcohol. It could be said that what Aidan and Dee did had no baring on the relationship of Aidan and Dean, but would Dean see it the same way?
Then again, it might be Dee forever.
The aggressive claiming of his ass woke Aidan out of his pondering. "Just remember that if you want to fight, you're probably only going to be able to get girls to fight you. Though that should be easy enough to start."
Aidan decided to not touch the second statement there. He had no idea if Dee was a lesbian. Would Dean go for another female if looking for a roll in the hay? They hadn't discussed it. He was actually kind of surprised that they hadn't discussed it. That kind of conversation was usually right up Dean's alley.
He couldn't deny that the closeness, Dee's head on his shoulder, was nice. His chin rested on the top of her head, and he smelled her hair. She was warm and soft. Aidan's hand curled around to find a spot at the small of her back. He was attracted to Dee, and he wouldn't deny that.
"No? What did you think it would be?" His own tone was hushed.