Looking pained at the very first sentance she speaks, John furrows his brows and pinched the bridge of his nose. His hand fell on the counter, fingers itching to take the gun and point it at her.
Shaking his head, John grabbed up his Striker 12 and dragged it off the counter, not caring if it scratched the surface. "Look," He stated, reaching over and grabbing the water bottle, tossing it to the side. "Just shut up. Shut. Up."
Rubbing his fingers through his dark hair, he looked up at her. Her compliment about his ass kind of threw him off to the point where he exhaled and shook his head. Dammit it!
"Alright.. Cordelia? Right? Ok.." He took a moment to find his center, twitching for nicotine, so instead he popped a second stick of gum into his mouth. "The name is John Constantine and I am an exorcist. Apparently, I have been sent here for what reasons I don't know because just a moment ago." And he tapped the countertop. "I was at the doorstep of my apartment, not this building."