The only thing Deacon acknowledges that statement with is a low hum and an unwavering smile. Danse would call him on his bullshit, but that's part of his charm. It makes him both reliable and also reliably fun to mess with. 'Ole Reliable. That's you.' Deacon thinks loudly, then immediately realizes that he can literally see the other man's mind working, and realizes that Danse can probably see his as well. Oops.

He takes a step forward, pats Danse on the bicep, and then steps past him in the direction where his companion has practically marked for him on a map, just assuming he will follow.

"Aw, come on. She's beautiful. An old-world relic. A little high in sodium, but I won't hold that against her."