"...all I'm sayin' is, we should get t'know each other somewhere quieter, y'know? You like clubs, honey?"

It's a soft, wheedling voice, too honey-sweet, too forced to hide obvious excitement, and just outside the alley Dean's in.

"No? Okay, no clubs, but somewhere a little more private, y'know? I got a car back here somewhere, or I bet we could find a room, pretty little thing like you... honey?"

The voice is getting further away, footsteps a little faster.

"Oh, wanna play hard t'get, huh? Yeah, all right, we can play."