Andrea's jaw clenched. "I expected you to understand your place."
Dean nodded once, as if grateful for the clarification.
"Ah," Dean said. "So this is a kink."
Andrea's eyes widened. "What?! No!"
Dean looked genuinely thoughtful. "Because the heels. The bridal dress. The nipple as a weapon. The private room. The dramatic monologue. It's either a kink or you're trying to start a civil war."
Andrea's voice went sharp. "This is not…"
Dean lifted the finger again.
Andrea stopped mid-word like the finger had a remote control.
Sylvia's eyes went wide.
Dean kept smiling. "Don't interrupt your own analysis."
Andrea stared at Dean like he might actually combust.
Dean glanced toward Sylvia without turning his head, as if checking her current stability.
Sylvia's face had gone red. She was shaking with the effort of not laughing out loud.
Dean's eyes softened, affectionate for one second, then sharpened again as he turned back to Andrea.
