Claire Temple / John Constantine
"Funny you say that, because I've got some literature if you've got a minute." John said drolly, tapping his pack of smokes closed so they could do their bizarre refilling magic. He didn't know how, it wasn't a spell he'd cast, but fuck if he was complaining.
He'd snapped his fingers, had fire literally at the tip of his finger when she'd put the smoke in her mouth, but he faltered, the flame flickering rather dramatically when she went on chatting. "'Scuse me?" he asked, more than a little surprised. "Marrying Carol?"