He knew that he'd been to a fun party and while under the spell of magic he'd kissed someone who was not Peter or Claire and he'd had a pretty good time doing it. Enough to flirtatiously quip about dinner, and then even consider accepting the subsequent invitation. That was a thing that had happened.
But it wasn't just Dan's good looks that had him finishing off his cigarette in front of the blue door he'd been directed toward. Hell, he wasn't even sure if it was the psychic touch he'd redirected at the party either, although Constantine would admit that was maybe what made it more interesting.
He liked a mystery. And more so, he liked someone who wasn't squeaky clean, who might have a good story to tell -- even if they didn't want to tell it (and certainly didn't have to). There was something about Dan's wear and tear that was compelling.
And yeah, okay, he kissed pretty fucking well. There was that.
He finished off his cigarette, flicked the butt away from the doorstep and wondered, momentarily, if he should have brought something. First dates weren't really something he did all that often and it probably fucking showed, what with him showing up empty handed. Bit late now, though, so he just... knocked.