"I'll try not to step on any idiots' toes." Dean smirked, throwing the songbird a wink. "So, Legs, at this party I'm going to have to worry about getting pissy with me?" His head tilted toward the door; he didn't know who the hell was going to be up there, and it could mean anything.
"I'll back your play, or try to." The smirk slid to a soft smile. He'd support her as much as he could. He'd let her know if he thought there might be a better game plan, but this was her group; he was a guest - he knew that.