“What’s next? Sexy zombies? Arg.” Then, he smirked. “Tha’ sounds like a challenge, luv. I mean, it’s not but if anyone could make it slightly more appealing, it would be me. I ooze sexuality. Suppose it would depend on the spirit, yeah? Most of ‘em aren’t too interested but I’m sure there is someone out there bein’ haunted by a randy ghost.”
“…They did that. S’called Warm Bodies.” she replied. Wait…wait, no! No that was not a challenge! “Don’t you dare, John Constantine, I will toss your arse right out of this apartment and don’t think I won’t.” she threatened.
Yeah, she found John attractive, he was rather handsome in that bad-boy rakish sort of way, but the man attracted trouble like crazy and she didn’t need that shit in her life. It was honestly bad enough that she worked with him…
“Let’s just not talk about randy ghosts, yeah? Really don’t need the mental image of like, a casper-fied version of Austin Powers.”
John didn't reply, instead grinning all smug like an idiot, happy with himself at her outburst. He took another swig of beer and snorted. "Fine, fine, don' wanna offend ya delicate sensibilities, do I? We'll go back to discussing proper things like...what, BDSM and Twilight? You started it," he reminded her.
