[If do means do, and don't means do, then Evelyn imagines Dean's self-restraint must be astronomically non-existent.

The vague frown she was wearing only moments ago has been replaced by something far more confused, perplexed by the ridiculous allegations Dean is pitching left and right. The idea that Sam is sweet on her. Sam, who has never been anything but considerate and polite, who is one of her closest friends in Wonderland, who has fought and will fight with her? Their relationship has never been anything but platonic save the one or two awkward missteps during events, but she didn't think-

He's trying to fluster her, to slither his way under her skin.]

A hilarious jape, thank you.

[Comes the dismissive rejoinder, sheer disbelief making it impossible to consider. She would have noticed, surely. Surely.]

Um-

[Fortunately Evelyn's pondering is permitted reprieve - Dean is closer now and she steels herself for a new invasion of her personal space and/or privacy, fingertips curling over the mark on his arm. It feels oddly hot, but that might just be the flush she can sense spreading over her cheekbones.]

Not...precisely the word I would have chosen, but I've never seen anything like it before.