Hot on Marguerite's heels, John held onto the courtesan's shoulders and watched the scene unfold from behind her cloud of hair. If indeed Simon's seance had conjured an entity, then it seemed to have found shape and form in Fox Cullen. The young man's eyes flashed preternaturally blue and the strength he displayed in struggling against Izzy, Lucy, and Elspeth defied logic for such a small-statured person.
"If that thing is responsible for our being trapped here, we'll need answers from it," he said. Maybe it was hypocritical to refer to another demonic being as 'that thing', but at least he had the courtesy not to lock up his victims for days on end before carrying out his plans! Of course, he rarely made plans. Impulsive sort that he was, John acted on predatory instinct. Very 'in the moment', he was, and at this moment, he had the urge to strike the boy. After all, if they could knock the being senseless, perhaps restraining it would be easier.
He let go of Marguerite and elbowed his way into the chaos. "Alright, watch yourselves!" he yelled, before hauling off and punching Fox's jaw.