"Yeah, I wondered about that too. She did look at me like I was a steak though, so it could go either way." Dean shrugged, he didn't want it bad enough to find out what that look meant. Not that it would have been the first time he had whored himself out for booze.
The grin that turned up his lips, though, when she hadn't tried to do anything magical.... "Well, let me know if I can help in any way." He brought his glass to his lips again.