A breathy and short chuckle escaped John's lips when he grinned at her response. Not because he was happy about it but because he knew she was going to be difficult. She was going to be stubborn about it, that much was obvious. He just raised his eyebrows and continued to smoke, keeping an eye on her. Did she just sniff him? Was she the sort who liked the smell of booze and cigarettes?
Then he looked at the markings on her wrist. He recognised a lot of them,if not all of them. Enochian script was a trickier one though but he knew enough to perform magic with it, not enough to actually speak it or understand it being said out loud.
Rolling back his sleeves, he revealed similar markings on his wrists, but in form of the seals of Solomon, as well as some tribal sigils from Northern Africa. There was some Japanese work further up his arm, cut into it.
"So... your presence here confuses it?" he asked. "And what... Do you reckon that you can distract it? Help the kids?" he asked in a mocking tone.