Four in the morning, and you're sitting in the police station, trying not to glare at the blonde brit sitting in the cell next to you.

"Hey, Luv. I appreciate you coming here to bail me out and-" John is cut off by the police officer unlocking his cell door and telling him he's free to go for now.

You take John's hand, practically dragging him out the station as he stumbles to keep up with you.

"Look, I know you're angry, but you have to understand. I know that murder had a supernatural tie-in, it's not my fault that investigating meant 'tampering with a crime scene and evidence'. I'm a detective by heart, you know this!" He half babbles, trying to explain himself while you fume silently.

"Aw, please don't give me the silent treatment. I'm never wrong when it comes to all this... Demonic mumbo jumbo, would you rather I let a demon loose on London? To go off killing and stealing as it pleases? No?"