John officially gave up on trying to figure this place out. John hadn't really paid attention to the prior mentions of a 'husband' in regards to Meg. They didn't exactly compute in his brain, and there was more than enough to grasp in these few seconds than he really had the ability to wrap his head around. But seeing the man standing in front of him, looking more than perfectly human, John's mind tried to revolt even more. This was wrong. It was one thing, this place having lines drawn where you couldn't kill someone just because of what they were, but there was something almost... bestial about the idea of marrying a demon. Which was made all the more odd by the fact that the man standing in front of him...looked like a sane individual.
"You're not that old, Clint," Gabi chimed, disrupting John's train of thought as she shouldered the bow and quiver, flashing Clint a playful grin. "Did they? Man. I wish I could have seen it. I bet Loki's troops all have a lovely layer of seared skin now. I'll put these back," she said, sparing a glance to John before turning her attention to Meg, breaking the Devil's Trap to let her pass through, trusting that Clint would put it back into place once she had, before heading back towards her lab set up. "I'll get things in place to chip Gramps. Once he's stopped bugging out, bring him on back."
"I'm not-" John started to protest only to be interrupted by a very loud, sing-songy, "I don't caaaaaaaare," before Gabi vanished into another room.