"You're the one getting the Spanish Inquisition, mate!" Kevin said, too excited to care that he'd nearly been crushed by a flying Dean Thomas. He probably would have survived, anyway. Maybe a broken bone or two in his nose and the wind knocked out of his lungs, depending on how Dean had actually landed, hypothetically speaking. But why was he thinking about that, when there were infinitely more exciting things going on? "Are you going to make me get out the soft pillows and comfy chair? What happened?"
Su wasn't there yet, but he figured Dean was excited enough, bursting to talk about it, he wouldn't mind repeating himself. And Kevin was dying to know.