"Two arms, two legs," Constantine disagreed, because obviously he'd thought through his point system quite a bit (or not at all until they'd started debating it whilst playing and already drunk). "Same amount for that." Her bra, he'd argue, was probably worth more. But it was gone now so there was no turning back there. Not that he'd want to.
Not that he was looking overly hard. He just. Noticed. The same way he noticed that Peter was down to jeans.
And Constantine thought maybe cheating to win was a little bit of a moot point when everyone around him was getting naked and all he'd lost so far was his jacket, shoes and tie. He was starting to feel a bit out of place.
That didn't stop him helping Claire pull her jeans off the rest of the way, fingers light if not a bit flirty against her knees and shins. "Losing looks good on your both," he decided. "Who's deal?"