Susan threw her head back and laughed heartily at the expression on Dean's face after Shadow licked him. "That's enough now dear," she said, snapping her fingers to bring Shadow to attention. "Go and lie near the fire and leave the humans to talk."
She made a mollified noises and nodded. "Just as well, or I'd be forced to force feed you. There's something Mexican and dreadfully expensive in my kitchen, and I may still make you take some anyway." She paused and pulled a face. "By 'Mexican' and 'dreadfully expensive' I obviously mean table chocolate, by the way. Not drugs."
"Ah so you've hit that point," Susan asked quietly, feeling deeply sorry for both Dean and Ophelia. "I get why it'd be frustrating for you, but equally I can see why it'd be frustrating for her too. It'd be incredibly off putting if your boyfriend who'd been industriously shagging your brains off suddenly told you that he's 'not into it' at the moment," she said, adding little air quotes for emphasis. "I mean I know that there's nothing sinister at play and I'm sure Ophelia does too, but there's enough arse holes out there who find something on the side and tire themselves out on them." She took a long sip of tea and surveyed Dean thoughtfully. "What're you going to do?"