John took back his hand, and crossed his arms over his chest. Apparently this wasn't over. "Don't be. It's not a big deal." He was referring to the punch. Absently, even so, he rubbed his jaw, and glanced back toward the door.
"Anything else, Chas?" This was John Constantine being nice, and it didn't happen too often. There was no impatience or flat command. He just asked. But then, he had just laid information at the boy's feet that was none too pleasant.
Probably it was for the best that he be a little less than acidic right now.