John asked questions to stop them being directed towards him. Yes, he liked gathering information. The more he knew, the better. The fact he had the Demons name was a bonus, if in fast the Demon was indeed telling the truth. John knew the potency of names, especially when magic was involved. But the Demon didn't seem to want to give straight answers to anything else. It was frustrating and made for poor conversation.
"What the bloody hell are you on about?" John asked, clearly not in the mood to be toyed with. He paused and sucked on his teeth, a smile spreading across his face and a small laugh escaping along with it. "I hope you're not just going to sit there and wind me up mate, because I'm in no mood for it".
He knocked back the last of the glass, leaning forward to pick up the open bottle, topping up his glass.