He tugged his shirt over his head and thrust his arms in to it as he padded, barefoot, to the little kitchenette. He filled two mugs with water and put them in the microwave to heat up.
Working on the hot chocolate gave him time to process what was happening. He was very attracted to Leeloo. She wasn't like the girls in LA, and while that was refreshing, it was also confusing. Dean was used to moving fast, making his intentions known, going after what he wanted. He knew that wouldn't work with Leeloo, and would likely scare her away. He wasn't as assertive as he used to be, anyway. But he'd already kissed her, and he wasn't sure what the next step should be. Hot chocolate seemed a reasonable stepping stone, and maybe some more kissing.