"As I recall, Zed, that was a bit more of you insisting to hang off my arm. Not many people get into the honeymoon suite I'm in without the invitation first. Rather forward for a first meeting, don't you think?"

There's that one simple little thing about Zed: she has some mystical magnetic pull over him. Something that makes it so either he or she just simply end up in the other's space. One is always there to fill the gaps left by the other. In a lot of ways, she feels like she's always been there along side him and Chas. Maybe with those nosy visions of hers she has been.

"I think you don't trust others enough to let them saunter up and kiss you." John corrects gently, his eyebrows raised up just slightly. "Especially being the tactile psychic you are. Even the briefest touch sets you off, luv. Which, given the right circumstance, might be a bit of fun."

They're far from saintly. They are more along the lines of fanatics trying to bring about a world view that doesn't exist. Much like any sort of fanatic of any thought or creed.

He brushes some of the curls away from her cheek. "You couldn't be that saintly if you decided to stick it out with me."