Claire's eyes opened, sliding up to Dean's face with quirked brows and plenty of curiosity. Show her something? Naturally she scanned the tone for innuendo (it was automatic), but expected to find none. Considering her legs were currently cooked noodles and so was he- at least for a little bit- this something obviously wasn't sexual.
"Does it have to be right now?" she hummed with a small smile, settling back down so her neck wasn't craned. In the meantime, she draped a leg over his, partly to anchor him there, but also for more skin contact. Flushed and a little slick from sweat. "Not sure I can walk yet."