He knew she was probably mostly joking with the comment and he tried to ignore the fact that he oddly was, a little at least. Which was odd really, he hadn't seen her in years, he had taken himself out of her life and now something in him decided to be jealous that some dude got to live with her. He took a long drink for his beer, finishing the bottle and nodded when the bartender asked if he wanted another while he decided it had to just be some misplaced and misguided sense of worry, that he'd rather her be rooming with him or Sam because at least one of them could keep an eye on her in case this place turned bad. That had to be it.
He shrugged, "I'll make sure it doesn't keep me up at night." He glanced at her as he waited for his drink and really looked at her for the first time since sitting down. She still looked mostly the same, maybe older, a little rougher. She looked, he realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, like a hunter.