"And knowing her, she knows plenty of those. More than me, likely. I had a small pistol once, but it rarely fired true to the mark and was prone to backfiring instead." He shrugged one shoulder and nodded, "Have a good evening, Mister Winchester. I promise that even if you don't come in for a shave, there'd be something interesting for you to inspect."
And it struck him as appropriate to say 'inspect', simply due to the air of the other man. He seemed like an inspector from his time, only perfectly molded to present society. Quick on the uptake, paranoid -- with the way he worded things to be questions-that-weren't-questions -- it would surprise Sweeney very much if Dean hadn't been an inspector, at least for a short time. He started off, his dog trotting beside him.