John didn't interrupt him. He just let him talk while he himself smoked and drank. He thought about Chas. He thought about Zed... Even Manny. Thoughts led to Star City and Oliver Queen and all of his friends. And then the Legends... Sara Lance. He actually found that he missed her. He missed the people who were brave enough to get close to him and stay that way. It tore at him. Pushing all of those thoughts and feelings down, he tapped his fingers against the glass, grounding himself once more.
"I mean actually damned" John replied. "The Demon Nergal, still has the deed to my soul. Seems the contract for my soul gets passed around a bit down there, which isn't surprising" he shrugged. "That prick's been trying to fuck with the system down their for a while, trying to either cheat his way into the Triumvirate or topple it and he's not the first and won't be the last wanker to try it either." He downed his drink and topped it up.
Before Sam had a chance to say anything, he added, "So if you don't mind, I'll carry on fighting. Cheers. I'll never give those wankers the satisfaction of getting what they want from me. I'm fucked either way, mate. So best walk away... If you know what's good for you" he said, lifting the glass to his lips one more time. He knocked the drink back and placed the glass down with a slightly heavy hand.