When he noticed her toasting the bread, Connor grabbed the nearest knife and jumped back from her as far as possible. "What the fucking hell was that?!" He asked, eyes narrowing as he now found that he no longer trusted her. This also made him regret not bringing his gun from the nightstand.
"How the hell did you do that? You better start talking, lass, and you better give me a good reason not to try and kill ye myself." Connor said, having just had an argument with some Castiel person who claimed demons, werewolves and vampires were all real.