Dean's lips quirked into an actual smile, even fact, he grinned a little. He liked that answer. And unconsciously his mind began thinking the same thing as Lois. If people weren't willing to share they should have stored it some place else. Not where people who wanted it would take it. Dean tilted his head slightly, giving a tiny shrug. "Figured it couldn't hurt to ask." He had manners. He just forgot where he put the sometimes. And other times, he simply didn't care.
"I want some of that tequila too." It was a sort of a 'be sure to leave some for me' kind of thing, without saying it. He knew she'd get it. Even though they hadn't started yet, something told him that Lois Lane was a woman that could go after her liquor well. Those type of women could be a bit stingy at times. Dean knew he could be a bit touchy about sharing his beer. Not that he was a woman. Just that type of person.
He headed towards the cabinets. "This place is usually stocked right?" He probably should spend more time in this kitchen. Free, after all. "You know where they keep the chips and the donuts?"