"I thought we were talking about competitive drinking. You and Cordelia are planning something?" Well, okay. But he's not sure how he feels about a tuxedo or tight pants. Nnnnot really his usual game as a paramedic living in the middle of Toronto. Something in the back of his mind tells him that Dean will laugh at him forever, too.

"So hypothetically... what would I get out of it besides you guys staring at me?"