She looked at him quizzically, wondering why he said she never fought a demon before, even though she has probably killed entire armies over the decades. But looking back to what she said, a stark realization and misunderstanding was made. 

Laughing, she spoke out as he picked up his bag, "That's not what I meant; I mean "with" as is in [I]with[/i], you know. On the same side." 

He seemed to be slowly reverting back to his normal self, taking out another cigarette to smoke. The energy within his body was swirling as he thought, but it was faint now. He wasn't dumb, and had probably noticed the seal upon some of his more dangerous powers. He can force it out, but it will be painful. It was remarkable how well he was taking the news of his own soul being suppressed, but she was glad he was accepting. She had enough of men who just bitch and moan when things are simply not ready for them. 

The woman was about to head out towards the others when Constantine asked a question that made her completely halt in step. There was a noticeable delay before she straightened out and replied.

"I wouldn't suggest doing that in front of others..." she muttered, her voice low and measured, "I don't mind, everyone has to have something to munch on, but there are some of us who absolutely despise demons and anything of the sort. To tell you the truth, they sent you with us because other squads wouldn't accept you..."

"But I don't see you that way..." After another pause, she started to walk again, "You can eat the demons you slay, but that's taking parts out of your own paycheck. Beware though, eating too many corrupted Souls can have a few negative effects."