"I can get mad if you'd like, but no, not mad." Dean smiled almost softly at her. "I can't be mad at you for doing something like that, not when I guess you could say I was doing the same thing." The smile faded.
"I really don't want to get into specifics, and you can get mad at me if you want about that. Let's just say I was going through a really rough patch and needed the company of a good woman." A few good women. "Good in this case means no slouch in the bed."
He looked at her then sighed. "So, yeah. I'm not mad."