The sound of her voice was what caught his attention first; turning his head to look at Faith as she approached, the corners of his lips pulled into an immediate grin. "That's me." Being shy wasn't a trait he'd ever disaplyed, or tact, apparently. Because he gave her a pretty obvious once over. "Damn. Even better than I was expecting." Stepping away from the side of the mansion, he looked down at her...this woman, definitely his type.
"It's a wait 'til later kinda deal. Gotta give you somethin' to look forward to, right?" Not that patience was really his game. Most of the time, Dean liked to jump right into it, but he was starving.