Connor shuddered as the emotions, the need, the lust, and he gripped the wheel tight, refusing to glance towards Elizabeth, knowing he wouldn't be able to restrain if he did. He swallowed, and licked his lips, taking in a slow, deep breath. He nodded, "yes" He tried to keep his voice even, but it was a tone or two huskier then normal. 

He pulled in front of the church, parking out front, pleased to see he recognised it, and knew who, hopefully, the priests were, and knew they would help. He got out the car, and opened the back seat, grabbing out the duffel salt, some handcuffs that had a small Devil's trap carved into them, and a book of latin. 

He sighed softly to himself, going around to Elizabeth, hating himself, he said softly, "I have to put the cuffs on to prevent the demon from escaping, and probably doing harm to others. Once we're inside, I can do a de-possession ritual and banish the demon back to hell"