John raised a finger to quietly interject. "I believe the good Father said that the house is impervious." If there was animosity towards the French priest, his face did not show it. So long as the man didn't brandish a crucifix or other holy object, the vampire would remain calm and simply keep to the other side of the room. "My only experience is with the windows. When I struck one with a poker, it might as well have been a brick wall." It was possible that Izzy had missed the comment in the confusion... or in his distraction.
John had kept an eye on the lad, whose arm was stronger than it had a right to be. He was the source of the unusual scent, John thought, but he had yet to identify it, or figure out why, even before the boy intervened, John had been instinctively bothered by him. When possible, he would pull Marguerite and Lucy aside and urge them to keep their eyes peeled around the boy.
"But it certainly doesn't hurt to try, or to see what can be discovered about the house." He dropped his arms and waited for others to strike out first. He had no urge to attempt to coordinate efforts. This wasn't, after all, a classroom full of pupils, and he didn't want to subject himself to scrutiny.