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Dean turns his head slightly toward the left as she rests her head on his left shoulder. The whole night, he'd strategically placed himself to her right so that she wouldn't be on the side of his false eye. He blushes a little at the contact, replying, "Well, that's good. If you didn't think it was amusing for me to fall all over myself, I'd think you were sick." With a soft chuckle, he turns his head back forward. Dean, having no idea what to do, sits still for a moment. He battles with a few thoughts of actions to take before finally resolving to put his arm around her.

His left arm moves to slip behind her and move around to her left shoulder. He doesn't say or do anything for a moment, waiting for her reaction to this with wavering nerves.

Dean smirks as Adalia pouts at him, coming up with a reply for her "what it" question. With his right hand, Dean forms a fist and knocks on his chest toward the left like it's a door. The sound of the knocking seems unnatural compared to the thud it should make. Instead, his chest creates a sort of metallic sound as he knocks. "I'm pretty durable," he says. A frown appears upon his face for a moment as he explains, "I sustained more injuries than just the loss of my eye. My chest actually had to be reinforced with surgical steel so that it would have support. I think it caved in from something in the accident..."

His face reddens yet again as she wraps an arm over his stomach and starts to nuzzle at his neck. With his right hand still resting against his chest, he feels his own heart beating rapidly. Having had no prior experience with women makes it difficult for him to know what to do. So, Dean wings it. His right arm moves down, resting atop her arm over his stomach. He turns his head toward the left so that the side of his face is next to Adalia's face. With his mouth near to her ear, he whispers, "I'm really glad you came to dinner."

Dean leans back once more to relax as Adalia lay across him. His eye focuses onto the entertainment center in front of the couch, glancing over various objects sitting upon it. While staring blankly at the television, Dean decides to strike up some conversation.

"I once thought I wanted to write films," he says with a smirk, still staring with a dulled gaze toward the TV set. With a soft chuckle he admits, "Sometimes, in my head, I classify real life happenings into a genre of movie. Some events are harder than others to think of as a movie. I think tonight would fall under 'romantic comedy,' though." Shifting his gaze down to Adalia, he gives her a corny grin.

Zest toils away on her little art project. Flickering lights escape the partially closed laptop's screen as she darts about with a brush tool. She smiles as she looks to her work in progress, full of pride. As a child, her picture does appear as if a small child was drawing it. Unlike a child, however, her lines were mostly straight and the picture bears an air of precision.

Dean shrugs his shoulders lightly in response to Adalia's first question. "Nothing, really," he begins. "I just decided one day that I wanted to do something else with my life. Kids tend to change their dream career a lot." He takes a quick moment to reflect before adding, "Movies are more fun to watch than to make, anyway."

As her second question reaches his ears, Dean frowns a bit. "That's a tough one," he mutters. His head tilts back, a perplexed expression worn as he stares blankly at the ceiling in thought. After a moment, he looks down to Adalia and answers, "I imagine that our meeting in the park would be from a 'how to' video about dating. Specifically, it'd be featured in the section of the video that describes what NOT to do." Dean laughs softly at his answer, finding his classification of their meeting to be pretty accurate.

Dean smiles down toward Adalia warmly, his eyes calm and compassionate. "You're still pretty young, you know," he says with a smirk appearing upon his face after. "I don't consider myself 'grown up' yet, so you're definitely still growing up. You've got time to figure out what you want to do." Dean brings his right hand to pat Adalia on the head to tease her a bit.

He laughs and then explains, "It could be on a dating video. Part of the video would be the part where they show you how to ask a girl out. At the park, I asked you out. It was pretty clumsy, too." Dean shakes his head from side to side with a smirk. "It sounded better in my head before I said it, I'm sure."

Dean frowns toward Adalia a moment as she gives him "the look." Knowing he'd worded things a bit to her displeasure, he explains, "You don't seem like a little kid. I'm just saying that there's still time to find your way in life. I wanted to cook, but I was thrust into it a little early. I have no family to stay with, so getting into a career as quickly as possible was more a necessity." He sighs softly before adding, "I'd rather be playing video games and mooching off of my parents." His arm around her shoulder pulls her closer for a momentary hug. "Choosing to grow up and being forced to are very different. If I had my way, people would stay kids forever," he says with a sad smile worn upon his face.

After hearing her second question, Dean becomes visually more awkward. His eye looks around the room, as if he would find the answer sitting atop some furniture or posted on the walls and ceiling. "Uhm... Why did I ask you out?" he repeats, as if buying time. "Well..." His eyes close as he appears to give the question serious thought. A smirk appears on his face, as if to warn her that his answer wouldn't be entirely serious. "You're sweet and you're cute. You don't have to know much about a person to go on a date. Dates are for getting to know people better." His right hand moves toward her face to pinch at her cheek lightly as he adds, "Mostly, it's because you're cute, though." With that said, he releases her cheek and leans down to kiss her cheek playfully instead.

Every once in a while, Dean's mind works to optimum brilliance. One such occurrence happens as Adalia informs Dean about her worries of the future. He restrains his mouth, trying not to smile. The moment being a bit more serious now, he decides to be a little more serious as well. "Your brother doesn't need any direction," he states rather plainly, vision drifting up toward the ceiling. With a sage-like tone, he explains, "Fiach seems fine where he is in life. His social skills could use some improving, but remember that he does run a shop, which puts him at least in a managerial position. Aside from that..." Dean turns his gaze down toward Adalia, his expression so calm and peaceful, yet somehow very serious now. "You're both bringing happiness to people... and to hackers. I wouldn't worry about direction too much. You both work toward a noble cause."

Of course, the seriousness couldn't last long. Not when she started teasing again. He chuckles at her question, replying with an evil smirk, "Well, to be honest, yes. Any cute girl would do." He laughs a bit more, fully prepared for a beating or more teasing from that answer, quickly replying to her second question in an attempt to distract Adalia. "I dunno. I just felt like giving you boy cooties."