As Zack recites the rules, it takes a physical effort not to laugh. But he does it, giving him a nod. "Yep, pretty much."

Nope, even then you're pretty much going to be 'kid' for now. He goes to say something, but the waitress gives Zack a smile and says "Sure thing, hon." As she jots it down and starts to walk away because this is going to be a hell of a service. Dean chuckles to himself. "Heh, they have a bar that gives vamps blood, I don't know why I'm surprised, honestly."

But the look on his face I that of a very unimpressed scowl, and has been since Zach explained what his brother does with food. He's definitely not actually going to follow through on his threat now, even if he really fucks up. He'll find some other way to deal with it for sure. He has a look of calm about him that's settled in. It's a good thing you don't know him at all yet, because that's the sign that his head is going to places that only promises trouble for the one his thoughts are ticking over on. His voice is soft, kind, and layered with sympathy. "He... stops your food because he's pissed off? Is that all, or.... is there more?"