For a moment Mary turned to look at him with a confused expression, because who the hell would chop off someone's head and- Oh. Mary remembered then - that had been because of her.
So she shrugged, brushing past him - her hand purposely sliding across his groin - as she went to the window. "You probably shouldn't fuck women with boyfriends then," she said.
At the window she poked her head out, leaning on the sill and turning to look over her shoulder at Judas with a smirk. Sad it was so cold and she couldn't wear something more revealing, but her jeans were tight and clinging.