"I don't do tights." Dean didn't even think about how he had said years ago that he didn't do shorts then wore a pair of plumhuggers as a gym substitute teacher. He just let it all go. His own smile faded as things went to the business end of their relationship.
"It's not about magic anymore, Dinah. The last time I worked with her, she got damn upset that I tried to protect her. She was still hurt at the time. I was going to take care of something and let her heal up. She tries too hard, as if she needs to prove something." He shrugged. "I can work with her if she's willing to work with me. If she gets hit, if you get hit. Hell, if your green boy gets hit, I'm going to step in and protect them." It was who he was.
"Is there a problem with that?" He took a step closer, brow raised.