Seriously? Dean's face twists into as much of as scowl as he's capable of, and he reaches out to snatch the bread from Castiel's hands. He just said he couldn't eat unless they were eating together. And the bread is bad anyway, he can smell it from here.

"And I answered." He's never been a fan of that particular game unless it worked in his own favor. If anything, it's a bit of a sore spot when he remembers that same game with his brother, even if it's just a dusty memory now.

"You're nobility?" He'll just start guessing then.