"Oh I know he is." Truth was, Anna wasn't sure. Johan was hers, neither of them could deny that lately. And if that was exactly how Crowley wanted him, it meant he cared in some form. Anna was trying not to think about it.
Anna shifted on the bed, stroking Johan with an idle hand. "Well aren't you charming today. At least I'm clean this time." And her hair was in a braid even. "Will you get me something to drink? And maybe pour some water in the cat's bowl while you're up?"