"Oh no, how will I live?" Bela deadpanned. She would admit that she had thoughts about Dean a few times (especially when he was all dressed up) but she knew that they would probably kill each other rather than be good for each other. "You wouldn't be able to handle me anyway." She glanced back at the movie, which... was basically just the same thing she had seen earlier. "Like, the talking dog?" she questioned. Bela looked incredulous, looking at the popcorn and wondering if it had been tampered with. "Next thing you're gonna say is you were the talking dog." She reached over to steal his whiskey, taking a quick swig with an unapologetic smirk.