Chas raised an eyebrow at John, but nevertheless took a step back. Not that he didn’t have a point, because he most certainly did – running into a kitchen with a bunch of questionable characters, one of whom was equipped like your friendly homicidal maniac next door? Not the best idea, truly. Still, not the most usual thing for John Constantine to do, which was the actual reason Chas had raised his eyebrows.
…and really, corn syrup? Oh please, the huge, albeit clean, kitchen knife in his hand was not doing anything for his credibility. Chewing on his lower lip he shook his head. “Not liking this at all,” he mumbled under his breath, not too keen to join in on the little chitter-chatter they were having in the kitchen. And, not to be a spoilsport, but right now they were doing the exact same thing as in the hallway, which didn’t sound all that useful; they were just going to and fro, for the time being.