John was absolutely livid at the fact that he had to now work with Dylan Dog of all people, the arse was charming sure, and handsome as sin, but he was annoying, and always nagged about how drinking is a crippling disease and that his life is all the better after quitting alcohol, and don't even get John started on the smoking. Dylan would cough and splutter like a teen trying his first cigarette if he even so much as got a whiff of tobacco. It was frustrating to say the least.

Dylan on the other hand, disliked John for most of the same reasons. John smoked, regularly. He was also a heavy drinker, very surly, and all around just mean. But the two of them had one thing bridging them, you. John was your former mentor now turned partner in paranormal detective work, and the two of you had run into Dylan while responding to a call about an exorcism which he had also been apparently alerted to.

John glared at Dylan"Dog"he replied gruffly, not so much as looking the younger man in the face. Dylan however seemed to harbor no ill will, even referring to John by his first name"John! Good to see you old man, How goes it ah? And I take it this gorgeous young thing is your work partner?"Dylan flashed a charming smile in your direction as he awaited response.