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Colour the hunter surprised, she wasn't exactly sure how to answer that, mostly because she didn't know that anyone knew about the encounters between herself and Homelander himself. Lips part to form words but none come out before she stands up straight and folds her arms across her chest.

"No comment. I'm under no obligation to say anything."

Mostly though that answer would probably give the cue that there was something going on. But it was complicated, he's complicated and it's not so simple as to say oh yes something is going on or not. Hell she herself is complicated. The very firm thing she did know that what was happening between her and Homelander was not something she could ever had predicted happening, EVER.

She had been hunched over the table, looking over a few books of lore. Monster stuff, hair had just fallen over her shoulder when he speaks and whatever trance she was in, well she's just been thrown out of it. A slow blink before she slowly stands, hand comes to tuck hair behind her ear as her gaze falls on him.

She can feel her heart fall out of natural rhythm, not out of fear but a surprise of him even saying the words to her and she is processing them. Seras knows his views and opinions on humans - even if he is one too past all the powers - so she's not sure of the game being played here if there is one.

"You think I'm beautiful? Me?"

Silence and a small wiggling of the scar on his forehead, clear sign of his agitation. "Sounds more like you want to kiss me." He growls softly but he's trying to keep himself grounded and not just launch immediately into attack mode, he knows he will but he also knows he needs to be sensible.

"As crazy as this might sound coming from me. Yes. When I don't want to strangle him. Which is less these days honestly that I want to do that. It's complicated but at the heart of it all, yeah I am in love with him." A pause. "I'm in so much fucking trouble."

dean who spots cas at the door to his room as the song came on and well dean pulls the angel into this arms, holding onto him as he gently sways him, one hand fingers intertwined as he has other arm around the others middle. he softly sings as he has cas in his arms swaying.

"hey jude...don't let me down, you have found him, now go and get him..."

of course dean had slightly changed up the wording to fit for himself and cas, right now he's just taking the moment together.

"well maybe something to your tastes, dean." a click of his fingers and on the gramophone nearby does it start playing the devil wears a suit and tie by colter wall. crowley knows of dean's liking of that of western nature, he trusts that this might something to his tastes.

There had been kissing and roaming of hands arms, chest and just holding on, that is until she's pushed back and stumbles into the wall of the room. Back pressed against the wall she has a moment to breath before she feels him once again, lips crashing together and his body pressed to hers in a mad and desperate scramble to be as close to each other as possible even though there is no longer any space between them.

In an attempt to get closer, there's a curling of fingers into the material of his suit and she tugs at it, a sign of needing it off, needing to feel his skin against her own. She's rushing to tug her own jacket off and throw it to one side. This need is desperate and it is not one she can explain. But for awhile with him she just wants to feel, be and exist. Wanting him to feel the same, to just have that connection between them. Not her and Homelander but Seras and John. Just two people in desperate need of a connection they had found in one another.