"Darling no. You are a beautiful human, as is John. He..." Bryn shook her head slowly. "He was something far worse than the pits of hell would have cooked up." She glanced down at the hound. "Sorry Snuffles. You are an exception to the rule." Most things out of hell were not the same. She would have had a mounted head in her apartment to prove that, if it weren't for John's warnings. "I don't know what he was, I didn't get close enough to sniff him out. But I would put half of my yearly earnings" which was quite a lot, "that he was something else entirely. I wouldn't sully the human race with whatever he was. Even with all it's flawed ones."