Dean nodded in agreement. Her involvement had been purely casual and so hanging out afterward would have been confusing.
He noticed her attempts to wipe the taste away. Dean got up, putting his underpants back on, and went around to the other side of the wall. He came back a moment later with a Dixie cup containing a splash of mouthwash.
"Here," he said, offering it to her. "It tastes weird, I know."