"I don't know! I...where are we? Am I?" Abe was obviously flustered by the situation.
And Abraham noticed quite quickly Dean's further distress caused by his own impression on the females.
"I-um-well-they were very pretty. I don't think I've ever been in someone's head before," Abe admitted trying to ignore the subject. "Presumably this is something of the City's involvement. That's my music but your...active imagination."
Abraham turned away from Dean because this all was just as uncomfortable for him as it was for Dean.
"I was simply trying to meditate," he said softly but was taken by a table in the corner as he turned back to the man.
He crossed passed Dean's dream form to the table and pointed at it.
"Is this yours?" he asked touching an envelope on it with curiosity. He didn't want to interfere with anything that was truly Dean's. It didn't seem fair. If whatever was in the envelope was personal then that would be a direct abuse of trust. If there even was any from Dean.