Oh, that test would certainly go further. John would probably make a game of it. Not because he was trying to be mean but because -- well. He did tend to dirty up just about everything he touched and it was practically in his nature to do so.
Constantine was quick to roll his hips against Duma's in retaliation, to leave a particularly sharp bite at the spot where his neck and jaw met before leaning back and looking particularly smug when he took a drag of the cigarette he'd yet to put out. "Enjoying yourself, angel? You want to keep it up?" Heh. Double entendre.