He's always thought soul auctions were a waste of time, and this time is no different. Honestly, he's just here for the free booze.

John sips his gin and tonic rolls his eyes, considering getting up and leaving. There weren't any souls of value up and all the other demons were getting annoying.

But then you were shoved onto stage, gagged like all the other souls and with an expression of pure hatred on your face.

You'd been looking for John and accidentally stumbled onto this, trying to put an end to it and failing miserably. Not that John would really care about that, in fact, he's zoned out as the demon in charge describes you as a powerful sorcerer with a pure soul. Pretty accurate.

He could leave you to the wolves, but... What kind of gentleman would he be if he did that? .. Well, he's not a gentleman but you two have a history. John knocks back the rest of his gin and tonic before hopping onto the stage.

To be fair, nothing bad would have really happened to you, except losing your soul, which John can attest isn't all that awful.

But still. "Whatever anyone bids, I bid that plus one," he lights up a cigarette and raises an eyebrow at the demon running things, who has turned a rather unflattering shade of purple and looks like he might faint.

Once it becomes clear that everyone is too scared of John to even attempt challenging him for your soul, he shrugs nonchalantly, extending his arms to you. "Aw, C'mon luv. You know I don't bite."