“Listen, mate— I was just about to wank off to some papers, so whatev’ you ‘ave to say had better be worth the interruption.” Constantine flicked his cigarette out with a sharp, irritated motion, a worn Playboy still dangling from his other hand.

He gave you a slow once‑over before finally meeting your eyes.

Frustration tightened his expression as he folded his arms, dismissive to the core. “And do be a doll and make it quick. I’m not exactly in a chatty mood.”

The magazine sagged in his grip, John narrowing his eyes as he waited for you to speak.