He could only remain silent at first, dealing with each challenge as it arose.
Seeing Dean say nothing, Niel's mother revealed a slight smile. "I've heard Niel mention you. A detective from Los Angeles, is it? You must be very familiar with firearms, then?"
"Just a little," Dean chuckled dryly as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook one out, and respectfully offered it to Niel's mother. "Auntie, you smell rather strongly of smoke. Is something troubling you? Perhaps I can help!"
This maneuver seemed to completely fluster Niel's mother.
Seeing he had disrupted Niel's mother's composure and rhythm, Dean pressed his advantage. With a sincere expression, he said, "Auntie, Niel often tells me how much of a strong woman you are, even saying you're the idol she admires most. I used to think that was just Niel viewing you through the fond filter of a daughter, but meeting you today, I realize she was actually being modest."
