Emperor? [Unsurprisingly, not a reference he gets, and he's so used to that by now that it's easy to shrug off. He's not sure what a Sharpie is either, but he gets the basic intent, and it makes him grin. He moves over to Dean and pulls at the back of the chair, not hard enough to actually move it but enough to let Dean know it needs to be moved back. When there's space between the chair and the desk, he insinuates himself into it and bends down to kiss Dean lightly, playfully.]
[Spam]
So what would you give me if you could, then?