The humor was a good thing. "Oh yeah, so being just shy of ten years older than you is just so much better." There was only a little sarcasm to his tone, and absolutely no bite. He riffled through the pockets of his jacket. A pig sticker, probably something silver or iron, he wasn't exactly sure which one it was without folding out, was tugged out of his pocket.
Handing it over to her was pretty damn easy. "Happy birthday." Dean knew she wasn't the typical girl, and typical presents weren't something she'd want. And she'd have a use for a slightly used 'hunting' knife. He knew it would have a sharp edge, and that it was clean.
"I'm... selfish in not being sorry that you are pregnant. But I am sorry that you didn't have a choice." Not that he'd forced her. And if he'd had an inkling that the island was up to tricks and that for whatever reason her method didn't work, he would have protected her from this. "I'm sorry that you're tied to me, especially if you don't want to be."