Dean was mid-nod, halfway through agreeing that a sword would be handy, when he caught himself.

“Your sword?” Starving and peril and Spider-Man aside, Dean was intrigued. “You have much use for one usually?” If Diana was some kind of warrior or something, he was in luck. Sure it was great fun to save the girl, but he had just been wishing for Lara Croft to come to his rescue. Maybe his wish had been granted.