" Because you seem like the kind of pretentious asshole – “
Pretentious? John is so akin to saying that about someone else, for her to say that to him felt like a cold bucket of water to the face. He felt that in his soul and as such had to point to his chest. As if, ‘me?’ accompanied by an innocent mask. Not that he didn’t hear the rest of what she had to ask. That was the most important for him to react to first.
With that out of the way, he gave Red a once over. Brain automatically shifting gears into suspicion mode. As anyone with google could translate some Latin. “But that I do. Speak it, read it, but shit at writing it.”
Yet this was rich. NOW she could describe him as pretentious. He doesn’t mask the sideways grin, albeit a bit bitter as he looks to the ground quick then back up into her eyes.
“Tell me first why you want to know Latin? What are you getting into?” Hypocrite. As he was very bad at staying in his lane, but Red… He couldn’t put his finger on her. Sure, she was aggressive, lied, was a bullshitter like him. Yet why suddenly now did she want to know Latin?
“Branching out?” Latin incantations and prayers were very useful in their line of work. So he always assumed she knew, which now made him into an ass for assuming. “Or you find some trouble?” John’s words are soft that last bit. Inquiring eyes trying to find answer in Red’s small frame. Anything telling.
Oh, she didn’t like that. He had her PEGGED-- and she was supposed to have a good poker face. She was starting to regret coming to him at all, but it hadn’t even really been her idea. Ask John Constantine, Granny said. Maybe he can help, she said.
“I don’t deal much with demons.” She slipped her thumbs into denim pockets, rocking her weight back on her heels. “I’m more into stuff of the terrestrial variety-- you know, vampires, werewolves, faeries-- things I can KILL.” Usually, anyway. But once in a while she got in over her head. Once in a while the killing sprees turned out to be something much, much worse-- and the hounds of HELL took to her scent.
Like now. There was a demon on her ass, and she had no idea how to get rid of him.
“I’ve just got a feeling it’s gonna come in handy.” Sooner rather than later. But Constantine was too clever-- he was already catching on. Good thing he wasn’t above a little SCHMOOZING.
“John, c’mon. Throw me a bone.” Small hands slid onto his hips and around his waist, settling on his lower back. She arched into him, chin resting against his chest as she looked up with imploring eyes.
“Drop the inquisition, teach me a little Veni, Vidi, Vici, and I’ll owe you a FAVOR down the line. What do you say? Pretty please?”
