Never figured that'd be enough to have you showing restraint. Money, connections. Out there you could get away with whatever you wanted.

[ Is he frustrated at John or at the fact that he's calling him out?

He reaches into his pockets to find his ciggies and lighter, pulling them out as he wanders down the stairs. The wards won't work here. He pulls one out for himself and offers the pack out for Lucifer. ]

Got a taste for it then. Tell you what, I could've used that dealing with this bastard Satanist way back. I know, I know, nothing to do with you but the outliers in that group have got some pretty twisted notions.