Flynn looks inbetween both. Belle guessed about how John feels towards Odette and Odette could only guess, but Flynn was hired to find out. "I'm going to check how the meat is doing..." He mumbles, getting up and heading towards the pot.
Belle looked to Flynn, arching a brow. He had been doing some job and hadn't told her. "Well...aren't you a blonde," she giggled at Odette. "Don't worry about it. We'll tell you when you're older," she smirked, shaking her head.
Odette frowned, he couldn't possibly have feelings for her could he? Then again he had said that he didn't know what his feelings for her were.. "That explains a lot....actually." She muttered out loud as she rubbed her face, trying not to think about the fact that John had seen her naked.
"And you're being secretive. I saw you with Marina, you know," Belle hummed, fiddling with her fingernails. She ran a hand through her hair and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm going to change clothes..." She nodded before going back to the bedroom.