"Uhh," Dean wibbled immediately, his grin dropping out of sight as he internally cringed a little. That wasn't usually the reaction he got from girls at a bar, though he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually spoken to a female in this setting that he wasn't trying to sleep with.
"Yeah, you know, your clothes. They're medieval-y," He went on, again stopping himself with the thought that she - likely being from another dimension and not just dressing up for kicks - probably had no idea what he was talking about.
Damn, this town took a lot of getting used to.
Finally, he gave a slight shrug, "Your clothes. I think they're cool. Let's start over, name's Dean."