[John studies the scar with mild interest. Takes a tremendous amount of foolishness, bravery, masochism and/or carelessness to get a scar like that and honestly, Will could spin the wheel on that and John wouldn't judge regardless of where that wheel lands.]

I think you've definitely spent too much time on these cases, mate. [Especially with all this 'becoming the monster' talk. Constantine doesn't deny that sometimes these strange paths lead to crossroads that involve some revelation, some form of self-actualisation. Takes one to know one, after all, and most people run away from the monsters rather than be drawn to them. John's made enough impossible choices to know the kind of monster he is, but he still thinks there's a line, even if he's disillusioned enough not to think of himself some kind of hero anymore.]

I like your idea, Mister Graham. [And he definitely likes being flirted back with, even if people don't always follow through. He'd hate the idea to be stuck on board this ship with a whole convent of prudes. There's meant to be decadence and overindulgence and all manner of sins on board a cruise ship. Taking their time here too seriously sucks all the fun out of it.]

John Constantine. I do hope one of us is going to be a real screamer. [John, cocky and smug bastard that he is, wouldn't be so full of it as to rule himself out.]

Shall we go find the whiskey? I'm sure there'll be pants along the way. [And if there isn't, well, there'll be whiskey.]