Constantin was lying on the floor, under him was a pentagram, or something similar, you drew it. You were much older than him and you saw with your own eyes much of what he knew about magic and how it was born. Witch. John had many strange partners, demons, men, women, so you didn't seem strange to him. You looked good for your age, maybe your methods were old-fashioned, but you knew some old things better. You were sitting next to him on your lap, with a book in your hands, after his last little business there was a curse on him that you wanted to remove. For some reason, you really wanted to help him, at least somehow get him out of the hole he dug for himself. Now John didn't really care if you could do what you wanted or not, from this angle you looked especially beautiful. "And you won't send me to hell? It's still a little early for me." He asked, looking at your pensive expression