Maybe FDR thinks Dean's a little worked up by all that due to the way his hands are kneading the other guy's shoulders. They definitely are still almost rubbing them, but it's not because he's "hot and bothered".

It's just... the feel of that leather under his hands buzzes a bell in him. He can't really put his finger on it, though, and FDR's comment is... slightly distracting. He tears his eyes away from the bleeding one and looks at the agent.

"You know, if you ever wanna bring knives into play... I know a trick or two," he smirks over to the man sitting beside him.