"I doubt making a mess of Hell is much of a sin, luv." An attempt at levity, though he isn't sure if it'll land properly. If he gets even a smile out of her for it, he'll call it a win, though. She looks strung tight and wired like a nine day clock, at this point.

He makes a silent, 'follow me' motion, inclining his head toward the door. He decidedly doesn't lead the way to it so much as he walks beside her until he can reach to open it. He has no clue what they're going to find on the other side, but hopefully more than a few answers will be included.