Claire Temple / John Constantine
"Didn't think so," John said with a smile. "Good of you to keep an open mind enough to talk about it though." Oh, they'd get along just fine it seemed like. Sarcasm was the finest form of humor and they apparently both had it in spades. How'd they managed to miss each other all this time before now was a mystery, but it was clearly best they rectified that now.
"Or not?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. But no, he knew she hung around Alpha Pete, he'd seen it plenty enough. Maybe they'd had a falling out. Vegas was good for that. He leaned over just enough to offer her a smoke out of the pack. "It's a terrible habit," he pointed out cheerfully.