Dean didn't stand down. He simply pulled on his shirt and didn't offer to leave. His eyes narrowed at the blond; he knew who the guy was, in more than one way, to Dinah. His lips pursed at the question, yet he didn't say anything right off. He just stepped to the side. Dinah wanted the Robin Hood wannabe inside, he'd let him in.
"Eggs, babe?" He rested his hand on Dinah's back; not waiting for her answer, he started walking away. Perhaps he was being somewhat kind in not kissing Dinah before he left. Or, maybe he was going to let her decide how this went. Or, maybe he just needed something to do before he actually did or said something someone may not like.
He started pulling out what would be needed for the breakfast. Thankfully the food was ready to go, as if the City knew what he wanted to do. He had bacon, eggs, toast, butter. There would be juice and milk too. This wouldn't be exactly the first time he'd cooked for her; although if he were asked, he would admit that cooking for the other blond in the room was odd.