He heard the leaves rustling first before the voice cut through the sounds of nature. Then the evenly-paced footsteps crushing leaves and twigs beneath those shoes. It was so tranquil out here, it was almost too easy to lower his guard. Sometimes Constantine didn't know what was worse - the staggering and groaning of an approaching walker or intelligible words uttered by a man trying to make the best of a pretty shit situation.
"Left my bikini in my room. Maybe next time," he joked. Had it been anyone else Constantine might have still contemplated trying to slip away. It wasn't wise to try anything too brazen with Negan's favourite guard dog. He swiped at his lighter in mid-air and slid it back into his pants' pocket.
"If you'd like to have a go, don't let me stop you mate." John would have liked to think that he didn't have it in him to make sure that Harley wouldn't come out the moment he touched the running water if he really wanted to make a run for it here and now. But he probably did. He was probably just as nasty of a piece of work as all the other Saviours. He just liked to look in the mirror and think of himself as a better man.
"Unless you came for something else?" he queried, playing the innocent part. Just out for a late morning stroll in the woods. Nothing to see here.