No. The John Constantine, on his way out to somewhere other than Hell? I'll believe that when I see it. [He said with some surprise, eyeing the man. So he did die, and The Man showed up to take him but ... lost him? How curious indeed.] You and rude go hand in hand. It wouldn't be a first.

[He tries not to smile as the smoke drifts from his lips. There is something pleasant about being able to tease a ex smoker, especially one like Constantine.]

That would be some great mistake on your part, to let a half breed take you down.

[It's been a while. Papa has been upset for some time with John over that cheap knock off relic. Among other things. The breaking in to use the sing-sing chair was another moment that Papa should be annoyed with him, but he's honestly not. Maybe getting to electrocute him DID help a little.]

Yes. You would presume. That's exactly the kind of guy you are. [he mused, a smile on his lips as he watched the other undo his tie a buttons. Yes, get comfortable, John. Might as well. Papa took another sip of his drink and let out a sigh of smoke. It had been far too long since he felt the skin of one John Constantine pressed to his own. Too long.]

But perhaps I just wanted to touch base. After all, you left in such a hurry last time you were here.