Strange isn't the word I'd use to describe him. [ he pauses and raises his eyebrows. ] I know we've just met and all, but, tell me you didn't do something stupid like engage with him.

[ as someone who had engaged with him - and really didn't regret it. the pain is just motivating him to push forward. now he really knows there is something in this town controlling it all. they can argue with him all they want. he knows.

john pulls out his lighter and flicks it to life. one hand comes to protect the flame and with a whispered word, the flame shoots out to the lanterns. the one nearest to them illuminates the whole back. john finally pulls a cigarette from his pocket and lifts it to the lantern, lighting it, before taking a drag off it. ]

I can do a bit more than sense it, luv.

John Constantine. [ as in, an introduction. ]