John put out his cigarette and poured himself another drink from the teapot. At least he was going so far as to put it in there instead of sit around with the bottle which was more his style. In the teacup he was drinking it from, one might even convince themselves (with a little help from a small glamour from John) that he really was drinking tea like a proper Englishman. Well, unless they knew him or could see through those sorts of things. That and most proper Englishman didn't heave a relieved sigh when drinking their 'tea'.

"You know how the world can be. Little bit of everything here and there," he said with a careless shrug. The second point the man across from him made was more interesting than explaining himself.

Finishing his cup and picking back up his cigarette, John peered at the man through the smoke. A smile teased at his lips, more real than the patent welcoming smile he'd had before, even if it was a little more sour.

"The Grand Mage of Ireland. You don't say. If we were in a place that allowed alcohol, that would earn you at least a drink.

Taking a business card from his pocket, John offered it to Erskine. It was clean of any spells or the like, only a trace left on it of John's own inherent magical field if Erksine were able to detect it. That would fade quick and couldn't be helped considering Constantine kept them in the inner pocket of his trench. Might find himself a little luckier for a half-hour or so. Traces of the synchronicity freeway sometimes lasted a little longer, and with all the weird things that had come with landing here, John might have been making a little of his own luck to see if he could.

"I'd best be finding a way to earn my keep then. Never been one for scrubbing the floors. Always missed a spot."

He didn't believe Erksine, of course. Not a conman like him that was used to someone else trying to run one on him.

"Got to say that I was hoping you'd be a redhead with a welcoming bosom, but I wouldn't kick you out of bed either."