The spell was done, and John Constantine who had been leaning in the doorway with a cigarette lit and the patience of a man who was curious for the sake of comparison, offered a wolf whistle over the spell. It was a bit on the side of too precautious for him, maybe, but John had always been a glutton for living on the edge. That didn't mean it wasn't wonderfully executed, though.
"Nice one," he complimented, pushing himself off of the wall to walk closer now that the spell was done and he wouldn't be doing any kind of interfering. "Off on an adventure, are we?" He asked, although it was well obvious that that was the goal here. "Care for some company?"
Some had warned against viewing the door as something for fun, because it was undoubtedly dangerous and they all ought to be considering that and only really going searching for useful things when necessary. But how else was an adrenaline junkie meant to have a good time in a town full of little houses and depressed people?