It was doable, apparently. And John hadn't really known what to expect when he'd walked into Dan's, if he was being honest. He'd seemed a little uncomfortable, a little awkward and John was maybe going to keep it casual because he wasn't interested in being the sort of bloke who pushed when he wasn't wanted. But the touch was -- well, it helped clear things up maybe a little. Or perhaps was just paving a path? He couldn't say for sure. In any case, he scooted over a bit more so that they could be more centered with the stove because fuck all of he was going to be the reason for burnt food.
"They are. Dangerous too, sometimes. But Can't say I mind. This town's sleepy. It gets stagnant if you don't... move a little." Grabbing up furniture, food stuffs and medical supplies was really only a scratch at the surface. Constantine smirked a little when Dan pointed out that yeah, maybe he seemed like trouble -- there was no denying it -- but he didn't further explain himself just yet, instead letting Dan give a somehow too vague and too specific description of his own troubles.
"Sounds like my kind of trouble," he admitted, curious. Well, ghosts and psychic vampires, certainly. "Not so much the Uncle Dan bits, or the cat though." Although he did have Gemma, back home. Probably doing much better without him around, but it didn't mean he didn't miss his niece.