( Inej doesn't even pause for Dean's recommendation — he drinks here often enough that she knows what he'd pick for the both of them, and she goes about pouring Jayce a pint. Sets it on the bar before him, and then slips off to help other patrons while they talk.

Dean raises up his own glass to gently tap it against Jayce's in a tiny little cheers. )

Oh, well, you know. Can't complain. ( He says, with the tone of someone who totally can and probably will complain. ) Got my ass raked over the coals literally and figuratively over that whole house fire thing, but I've been worse.

( He shrugs a shoulder. Takes a drink, then thunks the glass back down on the bar top. )

What about you? They writing songs about you yet?