Dean had been getting antsy without a hunt. He hated being idle, and for him being idle meant nothing to kill. There were new people to research...the Lucifer situation wasn't going to take care of itself, after all, and after seeing her little post on the net he knew that Meg would be avoiding him for a good long while. She must have plucked his plans right out of his head. Like a bitch. The knowledge rankled him. In a way, he'd thought she must see that sort of parlor trick as beneath her, she used it so infrequently. But then, he guessed, maybe he couldn't blame her for being overly cautious. She didn't usually have to rub shoulders with them for this long, and she had no bolt hole to run off to.
He hated having to respect her, even for something so small as being appropriately cautious. He needed to get out and do something.
Or someone.
There was never really a lack of pretty young tourists for him to take his pick from, but something made picking from their small pool a bit more interesting. The challenge of it, maybe. The realness. He'd never see the tourist girls again, but these women? He saw them lots. Made it harder and more rewarding. And damn some of them were beautiful as hell. Dean was a lover of women in all shapes and sizes, but a real knockout was always worth the extra effort.
And this woman was definitely that. He put on his most charming, and maybe a little naughty, smile for her as she came towards him, resisting the urge to mirror her up and down glance and keeping his eyes locked solidly on her face.
"You presume right," he said, turning and offering her his arm like a proper gentleman. "Ms. Mikaelson. Now tell me, what's a guy gotta do to get that first name?" He smirked sideways at her as he guided her towards the lobby doors. The bar he had in mind was in the Delano, a short walk around the edge of the pool away.