He poked her side playfully when she said she didn't know he'd had all the bad ass in him. He dismissed the annoying little nagging thought that maybe she really had not expected much. He hadn't expected what he'd seen from her, but he had hoped she had the same substance he had seen in their journals. He had been pleasantly surprised that she had a bit of bad ass in her herself. Remembering her face as she had told the motherfuckers to go to hell, he smiled to himself. He thought about asking her if they taught that sort of fighting in ballet but held his tongue.
"Oh yeah? You've been the one next door playing the classical music at all hours?" He gave her a very pretend look as though he had been awakened more than one time late at night due to some wild party she'd been throwing. "Some people." He chuckled and stepped inside the door behind her.
Closing the door he watched for a moment as she took in the room. It occurred to him that maybe he should feel strange about her seeing this. She wouldn't be the first one to think he brought girls back here like it was Prom every night. Truth was he hadn't and he'd tell her that if she brought it up the way Jessica had.
"Come on in to Chez Dean. Yes, home sweet home. Sort of..." He passed her then and went to the fridge. Opening it he said over his shoulder, "We have lunch meat and beer already stocked. Complete bachelor pad stuff, I know. What would you prefer to have? I can ask for anything you'd like and then we can either eat on the table or uh set up a blanket on the ground and pretend we're on Craphole Island in the sand"