"I thought you would have remembered that by yourself. Plus, you were already sitting down. Didn't want you to get uncomfortable. Anyway," Dean started, leaning up, a flirtatious half-smirk curving his lips he said, "if you really want, I could lick you without the salt." He could and he would. All she had to do was say yes.
He appreciated that she didn't laugh. It was for his ego. Which wasn't that fragile but no person really liked being laughed at when their point had fell through. Though, nevertheless, he really couldn't help being amused. He would have deserved the laugh. He could definitely admit that. Though he was impressed that she was holding it in. She really wanted that ice cream. Dean wasn't sure if he'd have held out laughing for ice cream. Sex, hell yeah. Beer, probably. But ice cream? He'd already decided that Buffy was strange. Weirdly enough ... it was one of the things he liked about her. She was quirky. She had an off-beat sense of humor. It was a bit weird but it made him smile.
"I can see that. I'll be sure to get you a triple scoop for being such a good sport about the laughing."