Chas pondered if he should say anything but decided if he didn't, with her power she may find out anyway. "when he was born, his mother died. His father was a very mean disgusting man who blamed John for it. Called him a killer. Never by his name. Its why he turned to punk music, being a trouble maker and eventually black magic. It was an escape for him and I was the only one other than his sister that ever stood by him. When he was older, he tried to save a young girl, not much older than yourself, but she got taken by a demon to Hell and he's never forgiven himself for it. Even today" he explained.

Kay smirked at his explanation of how he knew what Chas and Trish were up to, before feeli g his shirt going onto her skin and over her shoulders. "thanks" she replied, slipping her arms into his shirt sleeves and then doing the buttons up. On her slim frame, it almost drowned her but that just made it all the more comfortable to be wearing. She was aware it smelled of him which was of comfort to her, smiling to herself, she pulled on her leggings, standing up to pull them over her ass and onto her waist, letting the shirt sit over the top. She rolled the sleeves down a bit so they covered her hands partially and then walked over to the mirror so she could tidy her hair up a little bit.