"...sure..." John's eyebrows tilted quizzically as he watched Crowley make his escape.

"Now what the blazes has got into him?" he muttered rhetorically as the door swung shut, though he was secretly grateful for the interruption. He'd just said some things he suspected he might regret when he'd had a chance to think them over, and heard some things he definitely hadn't had time to process fully.*

"Oh. Sorry, that was just Crowley," he added, unaware that Kit had already met the demon. "He can be a little...high-strung, sometimes."

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*If his attention hadn't been occupied with all of that, he probably could have answered his own question quite handily. Just as well, really.