Dean found it very strange talking to a painting, but she just started to talk to him while he waited, keeping him company... Well, in whatever way a painting could keep someone company. He looked over, seeing Spencer come out, giving her a look that screamed "Help me." He shook his head. "No. it-- She was just chatting while I waited for you," He said, nodding to the portrait. "It was.. uhm, nice talking to you," he said, looking to see if Spencer was ready to go, because he certainly was.