Dean raised his eyebrows as Mika slipped her skirt on, having to bite his lip, in order to start getting dress.  He pulled on his pants carefully, struggling to keep his eyes on her, while tripping into his pants and then zipped them and started working on his belt while she did her hair and makeup.  She was a hazard to his health, when she wore clothes like that, and a bit of a distraction.  But it was a distraction he took willingly.

By the time she was done with her makeup, he was attempting to tie his tie, twisting it one way, and then the other, before finally figuring out the formula for tying it properly.  He pulled at it, standing in his starched white shirt and black pants and black tie in front of her, taking in his “partner”.

“I’m glad I have a thing for older women…”, he muttered, with a smirk.  He noticed her height change as she stood in front of him, still shorter than himself, but a lot closer to eye level.

“I look like a kid going to church…”, he complained to her, holding his arms out, before bringing his right hand up to spike his hair a bit.  Without makeup or any real way to make himself appear older, Dean looked like a young and scrappy renegade cop, which likely was the angle he was going to have to play, in this whole thing.