Caught up in absorbing Derek's account of his own world, Dean snorts for the last. "I think I'm like," he says, considering, "A decade older than you. I don't have any damn scruff."

He does give Obsidian a last look though, sighing as he pushes away from the wall. "Guess I'm blowing off steam the old fashioned way today," he says. "Shouldn't be too hard to find a barfly dumb enough to fight."