"You try walkin' around the Port for a day and goin' without," he's joking again but this time it's more obvious. Dean's enjoying her company which is weird but he's trying not to think about it too much. There's a fine line between good and evil and killing in self defense isn't really evil. He learned that one the hard way.

"It's a... phrase. Kinda means they're full of life and optimism, y'know, like you said. They're nice. I was being sarcastic." He's never had to explain to anyone that he was being a dick. So that's new.

He goes to make eye contact right when the water from Syrena's tail jets up and hits him. It gets all over his jacket and wets some of his hair. It's not a lot, but it's enough to irritate him. He wipes some of it off of his sleeves. Older than him by years. The jacket actually meant something to him. "Be more careful with your fins, this is leather water'll make it stain."