Dean smiled, glancing down at the bar top a moment while he wiped it. There have been times over the years when someone he was with hinted at wanting more. It was rare that he really kind of wanted the same thing.

Then again, he could be misreading the situation entirely. Nathaniel could just be talking about bartending. "Yeah, well, it's one of my many charms. You'd get tired of me fighting with the customers over cars sooner or later, though."