"I do not smell. I'm just not as pure as I used to be." Not that she used to be pure, but her Grace kept her from smelling human. And now she was human. In smell, in nature, in thought. The chemicals in her body and her brain were human. That was the whole reason for her mental break down. Without her Grace to control the chemical balance in her brain, she couldn't help but give in to the mental illness that had affected her so strongly (though sparsely) as a human.
Pushing up a little, she adjusted so she was sitting somewhat comfortably without pushing her shoulder blades against anything at all. She rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, sure I have. You want to know what she said? Mew." Anna's tone was deadpan as she glared at him. "Don't know if you noticed, but I don't speak cat anymore. Don't speak Hellhound, although I'm pretty sure Johan still understands me." At the very least as she lay bleeding on the floor, he understood stay well enough not to run off and bring Crowley to her rescue (because, at that point, she hadn't wanted to be rescued).
"Are you going to get off your pompous ass and help me shower or what? It's as close as you're going to get to seeing me naked for a while." Possibly forever. Without her Grace, Anna didn't think it would be a good idea to sleep with him. She wouldn't say it, but a part of her worried that he'd get her pregnant. She knew what half-demon children were like, the antichrist children, and she wanted nothing to do with that.