Dean noticed that fiddle. "I take it there's only one girl you want to hit on you." Dean wasn't going to take it too hard that Anita was gone; he'd been serious with her, sure, but at present, he couldn't even remember her. And Sammy was fidgeting.
"So. Uh. Anything else about the house? We got a movie theater, how many rooms?" He tried to hurry, fumbling for a subject change.