"Not a damn thing--and nothing's wrong with you, either." John replies, encouraged by her laughter as he scrambles back up to look into her face. Reaching up, he gently touches her cheek with a grin.

"C'mon, you're almost there. Just gotta keep laughing and the song won't hurt you anymore. This is demon shit, you eat 'em for breakfast. Well...not really. How nasty would that be? Scrambled horns? Hoof bacon? Ilch."

For good measure, John crosses his eyes again and sticks out his tongue with a face of exaggerated revulsion.

"Big belly laugh, c'mon. Don't hold out on me, Classy Cassie."

...hell with it. She's getting an index finger to the side, poking gently to try and find a ticklish spot. But just once. He's not a monster.