Re: Let 'em say we're crazy! "...do not hestitate to ask."
"He won't."
"I won't." Agreed. And without a glance at Zale. Constantine the refocused on the only woman in the room when she was mentioned at length. "We're acquainted," thanks to her father. Christ, she looked like she was about to burst at the seams. "I see you keep busy," he said to the now-deity with the tightest of smirks.
"Infinitely," Zap replied, a sigh of admittance escaping her despite John's intended innuendo.
Heel turn: "Friend," Constantine snickered silently at Strange's choice of adjective then looked to Nate as he pulled a pack of gum out, popped a piece, then returned it to his shirt pocket where it was stashed behind his slim, metal cigarette case. The slender blond took a small bow at Nate's accolades, then glanced surprised at Thor's random input. Apt, though. "So I've heard." Loki. He wouldn't mind a coffee table conversation with the Mischief monger.
"You mentioned Hell." What these people called Helheim. "Been there, hated it, burned my t-shirt," and his coat. But the blood-magic wielder (Zale) had referenced astral projection, which was much more tolerable. "Have we found the exit wound?" John asked the room in general. Things had been seeping out of Hell like puss from a boil. They needed to repair it or sever the fucking limb. Things were properly fucked on Midgard (though a select few had been keeping the bad-bads out of the Muggles' direct line of sight. "Just you and me then, Snape, or will we have companions on this astral quest?"