He had heard slight rustling but thought nothing of it. Still there was something off about where they were sat. He had spent time on the Waverider but this was very different. This was a real life sci fi special. All they needed was for some alien to come charging out of a vent...
John raised a quizzical eyebrow. That cheeky minx. She had answered the rhetorical question. He smirked a little. Getting a little bit more comfortable, he took her question into consideration. "All sorts. Demons come in all shapes and sizes but at their core, they're all tossers. Deceivers, con artists, liars. They make deals to get what they want, and in most cases they should never be trusted. Not unless you know how to play them at their own game" he added with an arrogance in his smile. "Think you're still owe me that answer" he added.