Dean's expression slowly turned blank at the brief look he caught in Slater's eyes. The last remarks Slater had spewed—those taunting words spoken with such innocence—were something Dean quickly picked up on.
Slater was mocking him. He was taunting him.
"Hehe. Of course, they're nice!" Old Mrs. Pierson chuckled as she glanced at Slater, who quickly beamed at her.
"Thanks, Grandma! Time to dig in!" Slater declared happily, showing no trace of the look he'd given Dean moments ago.
All Dean could do was laugh to himself. 'I guess the third brother isn't as foolish as she describes him,' he thought, lifting his sharp eyes to Slater again. 'He actually knows how to taunt people.'
It was very unlike the image Slater had in public.
