You weren't human. You weren't an alien. You weren't a creature that many people would ever meet.

However, you were the sort of creature who liked to strike deals! And you struck a deal with a person this time around named John Constantine. You knew who he was. You knew what he was, but you also knew that he wouldn't read the fine print.

After you guys sealed the deal, he puts his cigarette to his lips and lights it. "Well, love, you can get out of here now." He waves his hand, as if that were him trying to send you away.

What was in the 'fine print'? He was stuck with you now. You were going to stay up here with him until your side of the deal was completed! And he agreed by signing the contract! How silly.