"I didn't think it through that far. You're the only one I've told." He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and looked at it. Frowning. No blood, at least.
And then the more annoyed, "Like I said. I was going to deal with the whole son of Satan thing first. It seemed more pressing at the time." John straightened, stiffly. His shoulders tensed and he tipped his chin up an inch.
"Excuse me if it's not the easiest thing in the world to deal with." Oh sure it was all fun in games when you had heaven waiting for you, but John was looking at an eternity in Hell. Quite frankly, he didn't have much sympathy at the moment.