Dean lowered his chin to the bed and made his face look a little bit sheepish as he looked up at her. "I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but I do want you around to lust after you. But maybe it's just the Van Halen." He tugged the edge of the sweatshirt she wore as he spoke. Then he rolled his eyes to the side with a mischievous grin.
She did look good though. Better somehow. Sure she was wet-haired and nearly makeupless but she didn't need anything extra to make her beautiful he decided. Which struck him as funny because he had always been the first to admit he liked the girls who looked like they'd spent several hours getting their hair and makeup perfect before they went anywhere. He suspected Shannon might have been a bit like that before Craphole Island but she wasn't displaying any of that now.
He would have liked to kiss her when she licked her lips but instead he teased, "Yeah, it's definitely the Van Halen." He winked and then he curled his lip the way he had when he'd played the air guitar earlier. "Girl, you really got me now. You got me so I can't sleep at night!"