Moved from his own stubborn blankness, Dean finds himself nodding along with Robin, frustration eking out from the tight hold Dean has on it until his face is one continuous frown.

"Not pointed," he says, "Reflex when I woke him up, but apparently they trained him for that, too. I guess back home I'm still making trouble for them upstairs."

It's a comfort, a small one, but enough to bring Dean some measure of spiteful satisfaction.