Claire may not have brought it up out loud, but she definitely noticed all the little ways Dean was accommodating her into what was formerly just his space; she recognized the little efforts because she was like him- a creature used to solitude. No rules besides their own. Noone around long enough to care. When he set the remote on her knee, she finished the latest bite of ice cream and plucked it up, then shifted from the corner of the couch to under his arm. The remote found its way to his knee instead.
She probably wasn't going to pay close attention to the movie anyway, not more than enough to laugh at the horrible acting and unrealistic everything- before they eventually got distracted by other things. That's just how it usually went.
"Names," she answered him simply, taking another rounded bite off her spoon.