“I know it’s probably an odd request, but I have my reasons.” Specifically demon-centred ones. Exorcisms were a no-go for her, they didn’t work if you had no faith. It meant she had to kill them, and their host in the process. Holy water was good for weakening them.
A faint smile crept over her face, thought it barely lasted a second and was more a mere quirk of her lips. “Thanks,” pausing a moment, her head tilted a little to the side. “British, huh? Shouldn’t be that hard for me to understand. Or I’d hope, since I was born across the pond. Unless he’s Welsh. Not so good with the Welsh.”
There is a guttural urge to just grunt in response to her, though he doesn’t. He’s trying to change himself from the man he was before, the instinctual kind that doesn’t much speak except to say something foul. Still, Jesse squints up at her-the sun to her back, and nods his agreeance. He doesn’t give a fuck why she needs it really-but he’ll comment on it to make her go away faster.
“I reckon it’s nothing nefarious then,” he smiles at his own humor, though no one will get it.
To the Cassidy comment he shrugs. She sure likes to talk about herself doesn’t she? The comment slips out before he can stop himself.
“Ya got an awful lot to say about yourself to a stranger do ya?”’
He regrets it almost instantly.