Dean smiled, and it was a smartass smile. "Maybe you just got one of those faces," he said.
He licked at his lower lip. There was no way this guy was just a civilian. He'd gotten pretty good at reading people, over the years. Part of the job. Liars looked down and to the left when they spoke, or just before they did, or just after. Body language meant a lot, too.
This guy was setting off a lot of signals, but mainly because he seemed like he knew how to lie, and was good at hiding it. He didn't have the tells, and the absence of them was almost worse.
Dean sat back down. He ordered himself another drink, and one for his new scowly friend.
"Your accent tells me you're not local," Dean said, sliding him the drink. "So what're you here for?"