I'm pretty sure we passed that stage ages ago. [ Her eyebrows raised, not impressed at all. That was part of the fun with Dean. He knew when to joke and he knew when to lighten the situation. She kissed him back, not bothering to think about her state of ...adoption, par say. Selina would probably always see herself as a stray in some way. It didn't bother her. It was just how life was.
Her arms tightened around his shoulders and she rested her cheek between his neck and shoulder. If he was beating himself up about being close to her, she wondered equally what she had gotten herself into. It was just clear that she needed him, for whatever reason in the universe, and she had no intentions of letting go. The hand on his shoulder curled into his jacket. Possessive? Only slightly. ]
You trust me in the kitchen? That's surprising. [ Selina knew how to cook. She just simply had never shown it off to Dean. She smirked to herself, amused at the idea that he had said they weren't domestic. Yet, here they were planning on who was making dinner. Sometimes she wondered if he even noticed how he'd say one thing then do the exact opposite. ] I guess I'll be waiting outside then. I can find a tiger or two to keep me company.