If she knew the type she didn't have much experience. Too emotional. Too erratic. She would die quickly if they were in his world...
"Richie is an acquaintance as much as anyone else stuck here with us. We just so happen to cross paths now and again." John stated plainly, keeping his hold on her not rough or tight but just secure so she couldn't throw her head back into his nose or escape without hurting herself. Something John did several times. Baba Yaga and all that. "And I'm retired..." Sort of.