It was funny because John himself was all of the things he had mentioned. He was a con artist. A liar. He deceived people. One might have thought him related to the God of Trickery or inspired by him. But it was how John survived. How he kept a step ahead of his enemies and he had plenty. There were thousands of Demons who would be out for his head or even his soul should they play Hells stock market the right way.
She was full of compliments this one. That made John even more suspicious. While he appreciated what she said, he started to wonder all the more about what her motive was. Was she wearing some sort of illusion? A glamour spell perhaps? Something was going on and she wasn't being entirely honest about something. What it was, John couldn't quite figure out. He recalled the women in Hell trying to distract him, knowing full well who he was but tempting him to trick him. Was this one a Demon in disguise? A shapeshifter? Perhaps something else? What if she was just being honest? John didn't believe most people were as honest as they pretended to be, and the ones that were rarely survived.
John looked thoughtful for a moment, his mind going back to a few very dark places. "Surviving" he replied simply. He could have spoke about Lucifer. His time in Hell. His time battling against some of the greater Demons but they were all part of one long battle. Surviving. "My soul is damned to Hell. And I don't say that lightly. I'm more damned than most. But I don't tend to play any game unless I've got a chance of winning" he smirked. "Right you... I've got another question" he said, turning to look at her. "Who are you, really?"