Sure. He was like those guys in the musicals—loveable rogues who roll into town and catch the eye of the local star-struck gal and sweep them off their feet.
"That's my gal," Dean said.
The gal has balls; no doubt about that.
"If there's a gal in the crowd, Fred will find her," Dean commented as Fred joined them.
Sounds right if he got that gal in trouble and dragged her off to God-knows-where.