Dean gently took the glass from her hand and sipped at it, pulling a face. “Jeez! I see what you mean. I’ll make sure there’s more mixer in the next one. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m trying to get you drunk off your face so I can take advantage of you!” He raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Though, you know, that kinda has a certain appeal.” He ducked and held his hands up to protect his head. “And no hitting the defenceless little Watcher! You Slayers are all big bullies! Especially that one called Faith. I met her once! Scarrrrrry…”
He grew more serious when she mentioned having no secrets, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I’d go along with that. Secrets are rot and I know all about secrets. You can’t have anything to do with the Watchers Council and not know about secrets. They seem to hoard them and I never got why. I mean, wouldn’t it make more sense for all the Slayers and Watchers to know exactly what was going on out here? They seem not to think so which just proves my point…that they’re all clueless assholes.” Deciding he’d ranted enough about the Council, he leaned his elbows on the table and looked her straight in the eye. “Those weren’t really the sorts of secrets you were talking about though, were they?” It wasn’t really a question…he knew exactly the sorts of secrets she was referring to. The thing was, how was supposed to tell his potential girlfriend that he knew all about her and Angel? And Spike!”