Liv had been a little surprised when Dean stretched his six foot two frame across her couch and used her lap as a pillow (minus the labcoat- she'd finally taken it off), but it certainly was a pleasant one- especially how comfortable with it as she was. With her feet propped on the coffee table, one arm draped over the back of the couch while the other laid lazily on the arm, fingers occasionally playing with his short bedhead hair, she could see falling into her own happy place pretty quickly.
She smirked at his comments (which she knew were coming), and silently applauded herself for coming up with this plan on the fly. It was warm, and easy, and still had that little taste of what they'd shared in the diner without it adding any pressure to either of them.
Plus, she just knew Dean would love the opportunity to make these kinds of jokes.
"Yeah, it's like I'm a badly written TV character," she deadpanned in good humor, finally looking back down at him. Her smirk deepened as she caught the bit of pie filling on his lip with the bad of her thumb. "And clowns are terrifying."