Dean wasn't going to make the mistake of trying to take it from her again. Not now that he trusted her. The only person he might have trusted more was Mary Ellen. And he was sure that they were on the same level.
He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders, a little grin hadn't left his lips yet. He held his arm out for her. "Why thank you. I'm ready when you are m'lady." He tried to class up the way he spoke. Though he didn't try any lame accents. He was pretty sure he'd screw one of those up, and end up offending someone, all at once.