[ No sweat. Dean had his for three days and hid out in the house. Most boring three days of his life. ]
Well, I guess we better get going. But let me see if I can't do something about the restraint first. I hope you don't mind. [ Dean flashes a smile and kneels, palming a pick-pocketing tool as he takes a look. If that didn't work, well, there was always the dolly parked out front. Not very elegant, but it'd get the job done. ]