Bryn shook her head lightly. "I didn't really need to talk, more like drop character for a second. The smells in the club hit me harder than I was expecting. Does it always smell like that?" She assumed since he had known where the club was that he had been inside more than once.
She could think of only one thing that might remove the effect it had on her. She stepped up closer to him, she knew most would be intimidate, but she also knew she wasn't capable of intimidating John Constantine. She invaded his space a bit. She dropped her chin just a little and inhaled his scent. One deep breath in, she held it like it was smoke. She'd never hid what affect his sent had. But in this instance it was a cleansing breath of fresh air.
After a few more breaths like that she felt more in control, being that close to him there was no missing the thunk of her fangs withdrawing back into their sheathes. "Sorry."