Alec looked down at his padded pants, and thoughtfully clicked his tongue because wasn't that a long as shit story? "It was an unfortunate situation that was misinterpreted as a hostage situation by the civilians inside the building. We realized that switching clothes was an easy way to extract ourselves from the building quickly and unnoticed without being targeted by the snipers that were stationed on the rooftops around the building."
The natural inclination was to add a 'Sir' at the end of that, but Dean didn't seem like much of a government official, or someone who'd appreciate being called Sir. So Alec shrugged and smirked instead. "Probably ends in all us dying young and pretty. Refrigerated by the government to harvest our DNA. You know, the usual."
"So." Alec clapped his hands together and stepped closer. "How about that drink?"