John pauses in his musings to go and open the door, smiling as he sees Zatanna.
"Hello Annataz." John says, his British accent lingering on the vowels just a bit. He calls her something different almost everytime he sees her, though he does like calling her "Fishnets" as well.
"Come in." he says, letting her into the small motel room that.smells of cigarettes and beer, but is still immaculately clean besides.Calling the place a dive would be elevating it four notches, but there's a method to Constantine's madness.
"You look great, luv. And I see you brought party favors. How was the show?" he asks.
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