[Dean recognizes an act when he sees one - the woman's apology is the same as his broad, bright grin, and he knows it, but it's a favorable reaction for the time being so he'll take it.
Instead he cocks an eyebrow at Shane, lets the painted-on grin go impish.]
Sure it is. I'm your warden now, so this is all kinds of me.
[His good hand twisted into Shane's sleeve isn't anywhere near as friendly as his tone or the smile he turns on the woman, apparently oblivious to her panicking.]
You didn't, darlin'. You okay, miss...? [Crap, why doesn't he know who this is.]
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Instead he cocks an eyebrow at Shane, lets the painted-on grin go impish.]
Sure it is. I'm your warden now, so this is all kinds of me.
[His good hand twisted into Shane's sleeve isn't anywhere near as friendly as his tone or the smile he turns on the woman, apparently oblivious to her panicking.]
You didn't, darlin'. You okay, miss...? [Crap, why doesn't he know who this is.]