[His gaze is already focused intently on Dean and he nods slowly, taking that all in and making mental notes on what exactly to be keeping an eye out for.
Of course Dean had thrown himself into it. He thought that Anya was the Admiral. That she was some kind of deal-making demon holding people hostage. Putting them through hell.]
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Of course Dean had thrown himself into it. He thought that Anya was the Admiral. That she was some kind of deal-making demon holding people hostage. Putting them through hell.]
Thanks. [His voice is quiet and he nods.] I will.