"I'm willing to fight dirty, though." Rhys grins broadly, somehow managing to look completely innocent at the same time. He might not be big and tough, but he makes up for it by being quick and smart.

And if it's for a good cause, ferocious.

He *likes* that smile, the way Dean looks years younger when he relaxes like that. This is what nights at home should be like. "Told you, though, you'd have to be careful when you invited me back here. I'm just like a stray: hard to shake once you pick me up."