Dean gave her heels an appraising look. "Yeah, you could probably stab something to death with those things," he said, forking in another mouthful, "but you'd ruin my favorite dress."

Finishing the last of his course in three bites, Dean wondered whether he should slow down and rerehearse his speech in his head, or hurry the hell up before he ruined it. Stuck between both options, he opted for more wine.