Abe was growing tired with this inquisition, but he had to be patient. He understood that Dean was studying him; he knew that without even being an empath. And he knew that it might be a new experience for Dean to know someone who looked like a baddie but was, in fact, on his side. Though it didn't seem as if Dean had been at all convinced.
He clasped his hands behind his back for a moment, casually. He talked with his hands so much that this simple gesture was an effort for him to bite his tongue and not take Dean's reaction to him with any offense. He didn't blame the other. He was not people to Dean, that much was made clear.
He took time as his companion spoke to get a better vibe of The City, watching various reactions to his appearance as the pair walked by. He felt...exposed.
"I don't know which one it is," he finally said, looking at him. "Is there a place we can go that is more...inconspicuous? Perhaps some place you would not feel threatened to be in with me? I'm not a fan of an audience. I'd rather not parade myself around. It's a recipe for 'dead freak walking.' I'm sure you understand." He cocked his hand on question, exposed hand flair beside his head in note to himself, webbing looking pale in the sun.