By now John had realised that whatever this 'demon infection' bollocks was, it'd managed to get a hold of him. When it came out that the curse seemed to be taking on the form of the seven deadly sins he at first thought that maybe he'd gotten the wrath part of the deal, but now he was starting to think it could be envy instead. He noticed in retrospect that he seemed to be the most affected whenever he talked with Epiphany, and while he had been reluctant to admit it to himself, that actually seemed to add up. Well, at least it did in that mystical fucked up way that things usually fell into place in the life of John Constantine. He was still doubting the theory himself however. He hadn't been in town for very long and so he really hadn't had much interaction with anyone else yet. Maybe those bloody comic books were just making him paranoid....
John found it somewhat difficult to force himself to go over to Epiphany's place to snag some of the mood stabilizer she'd been doling out. As the influence of the curse grew stronger he found himself increasingly and irrationally jealous of Epiphany's alchemy skills. He was John fucking Constantine, master of the bloody occult! He could make his own damn mood stabilizer. That hadn't gone the way he'd planned however and after making himself ridiculously ill on accident the other day when the magic went awry he realised in one of his more lucid moments that he needed the girl's help. Although he was going to be seriously pissed if there were any other blokes over there hanging all over her when he showed up! He'd murder the lot of them. He needed to hurry and make sure he had her all to himself.
Following Epiphany's instructions he made his way over to her "workshop." Letting himself into the shed he found her face down on the counter. "Sleeping on the job, eh?" he said by way of greeting, leaning against the door frame casually.