Dean saw the awkward look and the smile and winced inwardly. "Yeah, I don't mind. Be right back," he answered, sliding out of his seat and going over to the bar.
He went over what he should say in his head, vaguely wishing Lav was around to coach him. When Rosmerta pushed the drinks at him, he took them, walking back over and setting one carefully in front of Drew and then dropping down to sit opposite him again.
"Hey. . . Drew. . . " Plainly, his rehearsals hadn't helped. "I uh, didn't realize that you meant this as a date sort of thing, when you asked. I thought you just meant hanging out as mates. .. unless you did and I'm being daft," he offered, smiling awkward and apologetic.