John Constantine.

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Looking a wee bit dodgy there, mate. Makes him not want to, but he will.

About 80% certain.

Lucifer is a cu-

Happy to be of entertainment.

Not without your lot trying to remedy that fact.

His brow furrowed in concern. "Who did I need to banish to the seventh layer of Hell?"

He's not gonna talk to ol, Scratch.

Rude. Those are his two best qualities. "Would love some."

Jokes on her, that's a given to being a Constantine.

He absolutely does not, but he's not going to argue with her because it's been a Hell of a long time since he's had a good cup of tea.

She didn't have to go through all that trouble, honestly. He would have eaten stale toast and water.

He exists to make everyone's lives a little bit harder.

Christ-

He could go for a wee bite.

"Glad to be back." Can't really say no to tea and possibly biscuits from her. It'd be a crime.

Can't imagine a female him running around.

He might have deserved that- "OH, you know, pet. Transversing the pits of Hell and such. Sorry to make you worry."

She's right.