Dean was about to lift his cup to his lips, even though he knew the coffee was too hot. He was going to take a sip, and thankfully, he hadn't. Instead, he set the cup down on table, watching the coffee in it slosh softly back and forth. He stared at that dark liquid as he let what she said sink in. He stared a little longer as he worked out how he should react.
"You've been using me," Dean's pause almost mimicked hers perfectly, but lacked any mocking tone. "For sex?" He glanced up at her. His lips twitched slightly, and he looked as if he wanted to say more. Yet, he wasn't sure what to say. What he could say that wouldn't insult her because apparently she thought she needed to have a serious conversation about this topic.