Constantine could hear what was being said to him but couldn't pull enough effort into actually realizing what was going on. The room became quiet for a split second before a loud impact would be heard as Anelle's palm made contact with Constantine's head. The force behind the blow was precise power. 

The room was filled with Constantine's sudden howling from the pain. With this one blow he felt himself drained, for a split second he was conscious to his surroundings and realized what was happening. He decided to try to calm down. As he died down back to normal he felt pain all throughout his body as his two conscious minds began to smack back together. All the fires dying down his horns slowly crumbling away into dust as his skin turned back from a deep black, into his normal tanned. His tattoos began to stop glowing as he crumbled unto the floor and laid there for awhile, finally realizing what had happened.

"I fucking lost, holy motherfucking shit." he said aloud pained laughter coming from his words. [i]I guess that asshole who found me probably could've done the same thing.[/i] Constantine thought to himself, humbled ever so, he could feel his blood lust grow a little more than usual. His horns stopped disintegrating looking as if he was filing them down. He needed to smoke and ease some tension. Nevertheless he felt he would need to beat his boss one day. Putting these thoughts aside he looked up from the floor at Anelle her eyes dancing madly. Maybe if her defeating him didn't make him want to consume her, he'd think she was glorious. 

"Would you be a doll, and hand me my cigarettes out of my backpack over there?" Constantine asked pointing towards his bag, "Unless of course you plan on ending me here and now, hey I wouldn't blame you I'll probably be a detriment to the "team" if I don't learn to control all that. Then again I could be [i]devilishly[/i] useful.