[ Jane glances at the demon in the kitchen and back at Saul, as if to say What's taking so long? before he gets a grin with the lint roller joke. She says, lightly: ]

Oh, psssch. Don't worry. He's all better now.

[ Turns out, being a werewolf doesn't need to be a permanent condition with the right potions. Jane takes a deep breath, growing a little more serious. She's distracted from the reason she wanted to see him in the first place for long enough. ]

Hey, Saul? Can I ask you something personal? [ Immediately uncomfortable with the vulnerability she just expressed, Jane lapses back into joking again. ] 'Cause like, I know that's not an awkward thing to say at all, or whatever.