[OOC: I'm using the e-mail reply function, so you're going to get my default icon quite a lot.]

Okay... [The idea that Maxim could have devoured him right here in the haberdashery before he'd even had a chance to think twice wasn't nearly as reassuring as it was probably meant to be. Nevertheless, Dean tries to keep politely smiling up at Maxim, still clutching the hatstand with one hand and emitting a small whimper before he can stop himself.]

I guess you're right. Gosh, I'm really sorry I thought you ate people. That was pretty thoughtless.