Dean blinked, then grinned. "That's a hell of a trick. You should think of doing porn - classy stuff, of course. You're just..." He looked back at her, licking his lips and chuckling. "Damn well suited to it."
He walked over to her, quickly and easily binding her wrists over her head with his belt. It had been used as such before, and he knew it had enough give as to not hurt soft skin, but was rigid enough to actually keep someone still. He wandered back over to the closet, smirking and taking out a couple of toys and some lube. He didn't like to spank too much on the first date. Dean liked to save something for later, after all.
He sat back down by her, spreading her legs and looking at her. He'd taken some massage oil from the cabinet, and started to rub her feet. Relaxed and happy women were infinitely better in bed, and he assumed it applied to the big G as well.