"Nothing to be scared of. I'm not losing." Dean was pretty far from conceding any kind of defeat; but even if he lost, he had a pretty good feeling on how this night was going to turn out. "Just don't wanna embarrass you too bad, Faith."
Tilting his head, he glanced towards the jacket, reaching out to brush his fingertips against the leather. "Know what? Might just be worth it to see you in it." He loved her attitude, someone that could handle themselves...aggressive ones were always awesome in bed. "What's your poison gonna be?"