Dean didn't exactly disappear around the corner to put on his clothes. He grabbed up a few things, pulling on the tee shirt with one hand while holding the rest of his clothes with the other. He really hadn't expected to need to dress somewhere else. Though he kind of doubted he'd be offending any innocent eyes if he did happen to walk through without a stitch on.
He was soon dressed, and he managed it without giving Dinah so much as a peek of more skin than she'd seen already. He didn't want to be objectified after all. He came back out; the tee clung to his still damp torso, and he didn't bother putting on socks and shoes just to eat pizza and drink beer.
"So, have some." He opened a beer and the pizza box. "Mm. Yes, everything on it. Good choice."