Sorry for the absense
The hand that delved into his pocket came up with something, small, thin, circular shaped and brass and he idly scratched it along his jawline as if going for an itch.
"Both of you are human huh?" He noted. Maybe to himself or the air or to them, perhaps it wasn't obvious, but to John it made perfect sense. Bringing that same hand around, he motioned it towards the pair. "But there is something seriously fucked up about the both of you."
Was it the demon residue that John could sense from all their hunts or something else entirely?