John nodded, feeling the spell's influence on his thoughts starting to lift and his possessiveness over Epiphany fade. For the most part. He was sure he'd probably ingested worse in his time but decided to take her word that he didn't want to know what she'd used to concoct the potion he'd just downed. Instead he took another long drag on his cigarette while the mood stabilizer did its thing and Epiphany tidied up.
"Lately? Trying to sort this fucking curse out," he muttered, glancing up when she asked what he'd been up to. "Not much before that. Scoping out the town and this apocalypse rubbish." He sighed somewhat exasperatedly. It seemed like no matter where he ended up he could never catch a break when it came to the supernatural. "What about you? Aside from that little tosser you like so much," he said, his tone sarcastic as always but not nearly as harsh as it had been when he'd been under envy's full influence.