At least there was one thing Liv had gotten really used to; people looking at her oddly. She spared them all a slightly apologetic glance, but Dean was the one who had her attention.
"I'm not sure I wanna know why 'deer in headlights' is a good look on me," she joked. Half joked, with a half-smile, and only one dimple. Liv liked the compliment, but she also had a few insecurities firmly attached to the reason why people looked at her oddly. But when he moved on, she actually snorted into a chuckle.
"Chyeah- because this is what you had in mind when you texted me." Liv blinked. "But- not that I'm at all disappointed in how it worked out. This is...probably the best way it could work out. You have ...really soft lips." She pushed a long breath through her own, which pursed like a whistle. "And now I'm rambling."