In the process of responding, Sam's cut short as Dean comments right on, another string of thoughts that maybe should have been kept in his brother's head instead. Sparing the other man a look — What the Hell is wrong with you? – he adds an emphatic shake of his head and then laughs awkwardly as he returns his attention to Ciri.

"It doesn't hurt to be accurate," he notes, although she isn't incorrect about his intentions, either. Sam, for his own part, tends to avoid foibles like that where he can. Dean, on the other hand, probably has seven nicknames for Ciri already (but won't ever forget her name even if he'll rarely use it properly).

"So, what's Dean told you about me?" It's well shy of blunt, not forceful by any means, proffered with a thin smile that he hides behind a sip of water he's been nursing for hours. Sam isn't looking to (purposefully) make enemies of his brother's friends, but he'd also learned some time back that they don't need to share the same sentiments about people.