He watched as Dean's expression went distant. Something in that conversation had triggered a memory that wasn't the most pleasant. But Duma smiled, "I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't look out for the people I care about. It doesn't matter if you two can handle yourself or not. I'm back-up."
That look. What was that look about? That thing with the fry? Duma blushed darkly and hung his head, clearly embarrassed now by his ignorance. How was he supposed to know? But he didn't apologize or make an excuse. That would've been pointless. However, his hands settled in his lap like he was afraid to touch anything else. "I am not someone who wants to rule. I just want to be left alone by the big powers."