[b][color=#c45302]"Me?"[/color][/b]  Asked Archer innocently.  He took a deep drag on his cigarette and rested his cheek in one hand, letting the smoke drift lazily through his teeth as he slowly exhaled.  He regarded Dean with an amused twinkle in his eye for a long moment.

[b][color=#c45302]"I was just in the neighborhood, running an errand and wouldn't you know it... Mr. Locklear and his good pal all up out of bed and shit,"[/color][/b] Archer quipped, leaning back and blowing a smoke ring.  A flicker of mana curled the smoke into an array, before it imploded on itself with a dissatisfying *pop.*  

[b][color=#c45302]"Are you assensing right now, Mr. Locklear?  Seeing if I have my guard up?  Trying to guess if I have any tricks up my sleeve?  Figuring out if I come in peace?  Relax.  I just stopped by to make sure y'all aren't gonna bring the tower down,"[/color][/b] he said dismissively.

[b][color=#c45302]"Are you sure you don't want me to fetch you a snack or a juice box?"[/color][/b]