"I'm not offended, mate," Dean shrugged, and he didn't sound offended, really, Dean just always thought it was best to be straight up with people about things. Since the war, even before, he'd wanted to pride himself on being someone that could be counted on, could be honest, it was what he was doing for his family now, and he wanted to be that for his friends as well. He wouldn't compromise it. Percy seemed like a good enough bloke, though, and Dean didn't want to hurt his chances. "I'll be as subtle about it as I can, when I ask." He said finally, and then leaned closer to look at the photograph Percy was holding.
"It definitely seems like it's the way to go with it. Maybe something a little gritty, but with hopeful expressions? I could do some mock ups if you want, and you can tell me what you think?"