"Aye, all right. If you don't mind," Kit replied, trying not to sound as hesitant as she felt. She was uncomfortably aware that she and John, at least momentarily, must both have been thinking the same thing, and was just as certain that it wasn't going to happen. Neither of them was stupid enough to let it; or at least, she sincerely hoped so. Besides, by now her train of thought was shifting towards calculating the pros and cons of bolting for the door the way Crowley had earlier, and she wouldn't be surprised if John was thinking something of the same sort.

She'd deserve it, after all. She'd brought this upon him, without warning, and not the other way around. In fact, she should probably say something to that affect, she thought, but still hadn't clue what that something might be. She got up from her seat at the bar.

"Shall we?"