"Right," Zatanna nodded. It was more like homes, plural, but she wasn't getting caught in emotional semantics right now. She knew any of her emotional reactions were being heavily influenced by the stress of her situation, anyway. It was better to keep it simple. They weren't much good at that, but she'd try.
"Why do you think so?" she retreated back to her corner, the desk and pulled herself onto it to sit down on the tabletop, facing him. "I'm genuinely curious here, John. I want to know where your head is."