Dean responded to Susan's look with an I know, I know look of his own. "I don't need the talk, I've already had the talk from her. I'm not interfering, just don't want to think about my little sister and a load of possibly irresponsible men."
He played idly with his lasagne, squirreling out some of the meat from the bottom layer to eat and shoving it in his mouth.
"Sure, sure, he only loves us for the food!" he said, touching his chest in mock pain.
"Don't know about forcing him. I mean we could drag him out but it's undignified. We could organise time to do something together, I guess."