Duma glared at John for a moment as he shut the door behind the human. He grabbed the money he'd stashed on his side table and traded John for the pack. But instead of opening them and lighting up, his thoughts were very much elsewhere. The smokes were set aside for now. He was still glaring but his hands were twitching at his sides. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Decision finally made. He reached up to hook a finger around the knot of Constantine's ever-present tie so he wouldn't end up choking when he was yanked forward again. But this time Duma met him - he had never kissed anyone before but that didn't stop him now. There was no hesitation but definitely no actual skill.