Dean didn't need to shout it from the rooftops; his face more than gave him away. Cinna chuckled. "Don't we all? If we're lucky, that is." He wouldn't pry, because that wasn't very professional, but he could also tell that Dean wanted to talk about it. He had that look.
"I bought a house to impress someone," he confessed, scissors snipping away. "So a haircut seems more than reasonable, considering."