Dean entrenches. He bears up under constant presure - I need to give him breathing room to let him stew in his doubts for a little while.

[She rarely touches him first, gives him control over when and how it happens. But she has never, not even after her adventures as a mouse, pulled away from him. She slides an arm around his shoulders, cards her fingers gently through his hair.]

A few days at least. Maybe I'll taunt him a bit, during or after. Lay the groundwork to get him riled.

[Harvey isn't as vicious as Kiddo, but he does have his pride, in his strange way.]