Because darlin', I'm not the one with eyejuice on my hands. [A pause. The tilt of his head to make an allowance.] This time.

[This is taking too long. Dean backs a step without looking away from Beatrix, addressing Anya.]

You ready to blow this joint, princess? Or you wanna stick around for the second act?

[It's a rhetorical question. He steps back until he's beside her, and goes into a somewhat unbalanced crouch, his open hand searching for her unbroken wrist.]