Duma shrugged a shoulder at Constantine's laughter. What could be done? And it certainly didn't offend him any. That would've been particularly foolish. But he rolled his eyes at that smile. Duma wasn't one who was generally flirted with but he knew that look from more than a few demons.
"Do you really think there's a point to flirting with me?" Part of him wanted to know what it was like - those physical affections. And if the Name couldn't see him here, what was to stop him? Of course, angels didn't get the same offer that humans did. There was no repenting to be forgiven. He stretched to one side to get the remote off the end table and plop it unceremoniously in John's lap. That wasn't the only thing that ended up there.
Duma put his wings away and stretched out on his couch as he usually did, legs across John's like they were just the bestest best buddies hanging out like they never actually had before. But if Duma could be laying down, he would do it. Any chance to be completely idle was welcome.