He protects, even when he brings death and even for those that tend to try and sacrifice him in order to save their own skin. Fear does bring out the worst in humanity sometimes. But under his fingers is a woman he isn’t sure he’d ever be able to turn a blade on. Something about her tugs to him, like he should be laying kisses upon her and worshiping her, not worrying about defending or killing. At least not her. Defend and kill for her, maybe though.
Her question about pizza has him blink as he nods slowly. “Dough spun out into a circle, with stuff on top. Have you never head pizza before?” He got sausage and cheese, keeping it simple and he’s hoping she’ll be agreeable to the meat on it.
“Ain’t that the truth,” he murmurs softly in agreement. He’s seen his fair share of things rise from cages that were meant to hold for years to centuries longer. Every cage has a weakness, a timer. “Joanna. Lovely name.” Reaching, he twists the top off gently for her, not quite thinking about how odd it is that she didn’t get it. He’s chalking some of it up to her falling and being unconscious, that things might just need to come back to her.
A knock at the door has him push to his feet and head that way. “Sounds like food is here.” He pulls his wallet out and gets enough cash to cover the pizza and the tip before opening the door.
The blond on the other side of the door is as stunning as the woman sitting on the bed, even dressed in the pizza delivery outfit and cap. His eyes glance over at her as he offers a strained smile to Dean and hands him the pizza, taking the cash. “I think your Lady dropped this. It was by your car.” He’s holding Joanna’s cloak, the only difference to it being that the closing broach is new, and a gift from the blond as he slowly backs from the door once Dean takes that too.
“Thanks, pal.” He’ll close the door, looking a little confused because he was positive that there was no cloak when he’d found her. “Does this look familiar?” Hidden in the inner pocket of her cloak will be a note from her brother when she takes it, and of course, should she try to catch him in the parking lot he’ll already be gone.
That happens a lot, actually. The desire in some souls to lay down their lives and begin to worship her. That call to war that beats down somewhere in his soul twined around the desire to love and be loved...well, those that had that found themselves in need of a Goddess like Joanna.
She studies his face as he speaks, enjoying learning the micro-expressions that cross his features so quickly most would miss them entirely. She files them all away in her mind. “No. I’ve never heard of pizza.” But now that they’re having it delivered, she’ll definitely enjoy finding out about it.
Once the water bottle is open, she tentatively sips it, before taking a few longer drinks from the bottle. Interesting. Everything about this world is interesting. She’s been away for so long that it’s hard to understand all of the new things that have changed over the centuries.
Her eyes follow Dean to the door before widening at the sight of her brother and her cloak. Right when she was about to say something to Junior, he’s gone. But at least her cloak has been returned. Standing, Jo strides across the room and reaches for her cloak. “Yes. This is mine. Thank you.”