It was a compliment enough considering the man who'd given it. John was rare in giving praise, and probably too constantly sarcastic to be taken seriously anyway. Which was fine, that wasn't how he made his friends.
"The Dabbler," he agreed with a laugh, because yes, that was how he'd introduced himself. He saw fit to keep that title, if only for amusement. "John Constantine." Strange was what Constantine might consider a serious sort of sorcerer, all dressed for the part and talking it too. He wasn't sure if he found it annoying or amusing, but he figured he ought to settle on the latter, for now.
"Yeah, shite show that turned out to be, eh? Probably for the best, as it were." Playing with the dead was never a good idea. He took one final drag of his smoke before offering the man a snarky sleight of hand trick that made the butt disappear. "I can handle myself, don't you worry there, old son."
Still, he adjusted his tie and then stuck his hands into his pockets, waiting for a doll of the dice destination from the Doors. He rather hoped for a city proper.