"My... dog?" Rose's eyes narrowed. "'onestly!" One night with Sam Winchester, and the whole ruddy house thought it was their business. Speaking of, she'd barely seen Sam since. Typical male.

She rubbed her temples. "Listen. Sam wouldn' jus' go after John." The Winchesters were hunters, but as far as she knew, they didn't hunt innocent humans. ...half humans. ...half humans who gave room numbers to Lucifer.

Okay, maybe it wasn't so far-fetched. Regardless, the younger of the brothers wasn't going to up and "beat" John, as Sherlock was suggesting. Despite her displeasure, Rose deeply cared for the Metacrisis. She decided to concede. "I can mention it t' Sam, if it makes ya 'appy." the blonde's declaration faded into a yawn before she added, "Though it's really John's choice wha' t' do with 'imself."

Rose poured herself a cuppa. With a sigh, she looked down into her coffee, not entirely wanting to drink it. Talking about leeches wasn't particularly out-of-character for John. She wondered if Holmes really knew what he was dealing with in the half-Time Lord. She grinned weakly, first at Eric, then toward the detective. "Ya do know wha' The Doctor is like on a normal day, righ'?