Marcus doesn't respond for a moment. He bows his head, nods, and then he says, "Okay. Lamia. Thank you."

He doesn't like this. He doesn't exorcise people he knows. This feels cruel. He swallows and tells himself to stop being so weak. He wants to tell her it'll be okay, but that feels a little like he's protesting too much.

Instead, while he's waiting for the bath to fill, he goes and locks the door, locks the small frosted glass window (narrow, but Joan could squeeze her shoulders through with demonic determination). "I have your medal. Give it back to you once we're done here."