John doesn't like to deal with angels of any kind, especially fallen ones. For godsake! He detests the fallen. But looking at you so blue, with red-stained wings and no apparent idea of how things are on earth; well, it's softening his heart. He just watches you remain sitting on the grass.

"Well, get up from there." John speaks after a while, holding out a hand to you. "No entity is going to be amused to see you. Little angels like you are not welcome."