A dumb grin lit Dean's face, some 'cherry' from the cherry pie was staining the corner of his mouth and he was sprawled out on Liv's sofa like he belonged there. It was most comfortable and relaxed he'd felt during the duration of his stay there as his eyes slowly drifted from the screen to Liv, smile still in place. "Really? Night of the Living Dead is your favorite horror movie?" He shifted a little on the sofa, with his arm hanging over the side.
At least he'd made himself at home?
"Liv Moore, Night of the Living Dead. Your life is filled with unexpected puns and irony that could bring the dead back to life." He laughed a little, shaking his head. "I've never been more impressed in my entire lif--wait, that's a lie. There was one time my brother had to fight an evil clown. I was both impressed and amused."