Dean shrugged, he didn't complain and he was teasing a little. Sometimes it wasn't fun to tease when the girl didn't get it or tease back. Banter was fun and he didn't mind bruising...he was used to bruising and never thought much of it in his life. As a kid his father had told him that bruising was normal and natural...sometimes he made it seem like a bruise was like a sports trophy or winning the lotto.
'What? No. No, not a good long while happily,' he replied. In a way Dean knew he would always be a threat or a danger to those around him. It came with his job and with his life style. He was a threat in drawing something nasty after some innocent person he was with. It was why he didn't do relationships...even this was becoming a little too comfortable for his liking.
'Starving.' Dean was always hungry...always, he loved food.