"Silver. It may be something." Dean shrugged and shook his head. It was a place to start, but it didn't seem enough. There was a deep breath as he tried to work it out. His fingers returned the squeeze. He wanted to help her, make her feel better. He wasn't sure how at the moment.
"Yeah. As expected. Not sure the League's the best to deal with the bastard, not saying don't go for him, but vampires are more my territory than yours." He wasn't telling her 'no' or 'don't do it.' He was making a suggestion, possibly offering to help. He looked at the windows, the empty space that should have glass.
"I can help you get that set up. Worked in construction for a year." It was a strange thing to admit, but it was true all the same. He had actually worked, gotten paid, and paid taxes. It had been a year, and it had been good. Yet, it wasn't how he saw his life. Sometimes being forced to stay in one spot was more than he wanted to handle.