He knew she caught him looking at her like that. As if he could just lick her from the tip of her toes to the roots of her hair. And take his time doing it. Hell he saw the reaction it caused, and his grin might have been a little smug. But only a little.
"Maybe it just likes your voice better." Dean weighted the cane in his hand, and it didn't feel any different than it had with the Rapier inside instead. He leaned against it slightly, and was glad when it held him.