"Yeah, it's always the quiet ones that get you into real hot water." Dean had seen some really scary shit in his time, and it usually came from the ones he thought he could trust, or the ones he underestimated. He shook his head, having missed his own joke - 'off the hook.' He'd kick himself later for not catching it. Possibly.
"Just walking. We can't stand still or people will start to stare, and trust me, Mr. Limpet, you really don't want people staring." The hunter stopped, giving an almost bitter laugh. "Actually, you could probably go on a killing spree and they wouldn't notice. Some of them pay attention for a little while, then they just...I donno." He shrugged.
"Either way, you're weird enough on your own that you don't need an audience." He wasn't being nice exactly, but he wasn't letting the guy get gawked at too much. Maybe he was growing up.
"Look, you're in the City. Not a city, but the City with a capital C." He thought he'd give a little information. This was followed with a mumbled "Look at me, I'm the fucking welcome wagon."