Dean's gotten out some of his... urges, but now he's even more keyed up and energized. That had felt good, that had felt right, all justified and mischievous, and he wants more. He has enough sense to know that that's not a healthy urge, and he's battling with himself over that when Raphael finds him, near the center of town.

As soon as he turns around and spots someone else, any chance his conscience had at getting control is gone.

"What are you?" He grins broadly and produces a lollipop. "A party machine? Nymph of the pride parade?"