Lyra nodded at him, letting hiim know that everything he was planning on doing was okay with her. She tensed a bit at the pain, but did her best to push it aside by watching him.<br/><br/>The thought of having her shirt off in front of him was both scary and thrilling to her. She didn't want to, but she knew she had to. She was trusting him after all.<br/><br/>She decided to make conversation, her varyation of the truth. "I know what you are and who you are." She told him quietly, looking at his face to see how he reacted. "You're a hunter. THe famous, Dean Winchester." she continued.<br/><br/>She wasn't goinng to ask where Sam was, because at this point, it didn't really matter.<br/><br/>"I'm sort of a hunter too." She told him. It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the complete truth either. he didn't need to know that. Not now anyway.