Johns was a magical lineage that went back to King Kon-Stan-Tyn's days with Merlin, and before. Anthony J Crowley? Sounded like a mix of names from the occult. That was an interesting concept, an interesting thought. But his reply did made John smile a little. He placed the bottle along with his glass, and shook the others hand.
He sat down in the opposite chair, taking the cigarette from his lips. "Pretentious wanker and something else" he replied, getting comfortable. "I've got a sense for trouble. Hair's on the back of my neck have been standing on edge for a little while now, more so when I stepped in this room" he said, keeping a careful eye on Crowley. Leaning forward, he picked up the bottle, took off the cap and topped up his glass, before placing the bottle back down on the table, open.