John could see the manipulation immediately. He had danced with the devil and won. All his adult life he had been dealing with monsters, demons, angels and the more monstrous and terrible humans that played with them. John was something of the con artist himself. A deceiver who frankly brought ruin to anyone who got close to him. He never could forgive himself for Newcastle.
"True enough..." John said, choosing to play along for the time being. "So, what do you need from me then?" he asked confidently. His voice did not waver once. His stance remained confident and strong, the cigarette smoking away between his lips. One of his hands was tucked away in his trouser pocket, holding back his trench coat.