#m:constantine

Constantine chuckled, etting his eyes trail over her as she removed her top. “Of course you shouldn’t stop.. not with me at least, maybe don’t play with other people though.” He teases playfully with a smirk. 

“Wow, the last time I was looked at like this I’d wandered into the home of a succubus.. lovely lady.” 

“I don’t know what that looks for but whatever you’ve seen or heard that I’ve done... Yeah it was probably me.” 

"Well I don't know what that looks for."

Constantine was just leaving the building, reaching for his next cigarette when suddenly he spotted the person in the doorway, Harley bloody Quinn. “I don’t suppose this is mere coincidence is it?”

“That is none of your fucking business.”

Constantine blinked as in the middle of the summoning circle he’d just drawn and performed the ritual on, stood not who he’d been trying to summon. “Ah.. Sorry about that.. er.. I’ll get you back to wherever you were soon enough.” he mumbled to the newcomer as he walked around the circle, trying to work out where he’d messed up.

“Well, look at you.” John smirked, sitting in his chair, eyes wandering over her slowly as she walked into the room. “I can see why you have so many followers on that.. what’s it called.. kitten.. chat or whatever.”