Still collapsed on the floor from the sudden surge of energy throughout his body. He listened intently to what was being said to him, trying to find any hidden meanings. The blinding white came forth anew when the barrier went down. Constantine's eyes didn't need to readjust themselves but the sudden difference stung a bit, but it was nothing compared to how heavy his body felt. He felt a bit limited, like his soul was in a bit of a vice grip. He figured that's what the punch must have done. No more demon transformations for him, at least not without a considerable amount of soul strain. 

With that his horns completely disintegrated, leaving his forehead barren he rubbed it just to be sure. As his grabbed Anelle's hand and was lifted up her words were heard, but only briefly as he felt an immense power hit the room, as quickly as it was felt it was gone. He realized he stood no chance to begin with. He laughed in her face, "Well for someone who's never fought a demon before you sure as shit knew what to do."

Constantine laughed long and hard, and took his bag from the woman looking into her eyes. He saw she at least liked him a bit so as far as first impressions go at least he wasn't destroyed. He pulled a black knit sweater from his bag thinking if he were to meet his new team like this it was bound to be a little awkward not that he cared. He pulled out a lighter and his half-empty cigarette carton. Lightly tapping the bottom of the box until one popped out, he lit it and inhaled deeply. With the smoke inside of him and a new source for his flame Constantine felt a little more at ease. He felt warm and realized Anelle was still looking at him this whole time. He wondered if she ever took her eyes off him. 

He decided not to care the warmness leaving his body as the violence died down and their energies turned back to normal Constantine's personality also went back to normal. He was detached as ever blowing smoke out with a hint of fire. [i]Only up from here[/i] Constantine thought to himself blowing smoke into the air around them. His need for violence has gone up noticeably enough for him. [i]If she's as keen as I believe I might as well tell her.[/i]

Constantine makes a somewhat puzzled face while deciding how to form the words into complete coherent questions. He only succeeds in making a few grunts and a crooked grin. He clears his throat and tried again. "So, um, is feeding considered frowned upon? That was something they never told me. I haven't had anything decent in a few months." He decides to wait for her reaction before diving too deeply into his demonic lust.