Dean stared at him for a beat.
Then he said, with cold disbelief, "That is not the comforting defense you think it is."
Zion, who had clearly been holding himself together through sheer force of curiosity, made a strangled sound and looked away toward the windows.
Dean caught it immediately. "Do not encourage him."
"I'm not," Zion said, not remotely convincing.
Nero remained maddeningly composed. "Sylvia is fine."
"She had better be," Dean muttered. "Because I like her, and unlike the rest of you, she has the decency to be normal."
"That seems inaccurate," Zion said.
Dean looked at him flatly. "Compared to this room? She's a saint."
For a second, the silence held.
Then a soft knock came from the outer door.
All three men in the room recognized it immediately.
Zion sighed first, long and theatrical. "Found."
A second knock followed, this one somehow even more pointed.
Nero closed his eyes briefly.
