Oh please, it's probably going to be a sexy demon in demon lingerie [whatever that is] and you're going to live your best enslaved life being fed hell grapes while I'm going to be working day and night trying to uncurse us...

[But that's a lot of blood on the door now and Rodney sobers, taking a step towards John, reaching that point where it's not fun and games anymore but starting to genuinely worry him.]

Maybe you should let me take a...

[And then the door makes a soft clicking sound, unlocking, and he trails off before he can voice the rest of his concerns. Not that he was concerned. Because he doesn't do concerned.]

... well. I guess that's that.

[Still, his eyes dart over at Sheppard's hand and he clears his throat, uncomfortable.]

You, uh, you okay?