He looked up from the script and stared at her blankly. "What, did I do something wrong?" Dean reached up to scratch at his temples, a little confused. What did he think of his character? What motivates him? How the fuck was he supposed to know?
"Uh..." he looked at Sabrina, to the script, Sabrina, and then his gaze began to wander around the theater. "I don't know, I mean, he must not be in love with Cinderella. He just wants her because she's beautiful, I guess?" He began to pace around on the stage, breathing in and out, trying to calm his nerves. Taking on a demon was a hell of a lot easier than acting.
"Seems like kind of a jerk, only cares about appearance, and is selfish."