Manny gave a wink of trust to Kennedy when she set the items down. She was quick on the draw, he'd give her that. He cleaned up Madaline as best he could, disinfecting where he saw she needed it before attending to Malone. He'd known Malone for awhile now. "Here," he said simply, dabbing her wounds with the antisceptic and bandaging her where he could, before giving the ex-agent a nod and a pat on the shoulder. 

He and Leon then lifted Madaline up, and set her down after shifting through some odd angles they had to pull while navigating through the halls of the uninhabited manor. The floors creaked every so often under their boots, and the dust tickled his nose. Even so, he could [i]smell[/i] what Kennedy had alluded to earlier. There was something off about the place. Something he felt in the crown of his head. A taint he had been vaguely aware of for awhile now. 

Setting Madaline down, Manny placed a hand on a knee and lifted himself up to his full height. As she began to speak, he waltzed to the side, taking out a tic tac and slipping it into his mouth. He made his way to the wall, and lifted up the window curtains to let some fresh air in, only to reveal a brick wall where the window would be. 

Lazily tonguing the tic tac, he closed the curtains. 

He hadn't even turned around fully by the time Morgan let slip a hint of just what she was. It caused Manny to halt his turn and blink, gazing inwardly. His body was still, but his mind moved like a jaguar on an empty freeway. His eyelids twitched once, and his gaze fell downward, and he sighed. Manny turned around, suspicion and open judgement on his face as he stared at Morgan, looking her up and down in a single glance. 

He didn't move. He didn't move because his greatest urge was to go for his gun. 

But that was just habit speaking to him. He knew Morgan, and he knew otherworldly beasts. There'd be no way she'd reveal anything about her true nature now that could benefit her other than a heartfelt confession, though why a demon would have such a compunction he couldn't tell. 

Whether the others had drawn the conclusion he had based on what she said wasn't certain. He was a detective after all, and he'd never really known what spells Morgan had wrought to give her that sensual aura he saw around her everywhere she went. The spells that even effected her movements. The spells that weren't spells at all. He'd been sensing something entirely different. The musk of a demon succubus.  

He let a few more moments pass as he thought for a moment. To most people's probable surprise, he instead walked out. "I'll be outside," he told them, his eyes lingering on Morgan for a moment, and then Kenney, and passed over the others before he strutted out of the room into the early evening, the heat of the day still somewhat lingering as the sun was lowering in the horizon. It would have been a lovely sight if the day hadn't been shit. 

If he had a cigarette, he'd be smoking it. He would cast a ward around the house, and would feel a disturbance as soon as he was finished. As if something was softly pressing upon his mystical senses, only to break into a thousand pieces after a moment. Which meant someone had been watching the house through magical means. 

He leaned against the walls now, spitting out the now white and tiny tic tac, and breathing out as he leaned his head back. "Fuck." he breathed.