"I'll pass then, mate. Not much of one for owing anyone anything. Never know when they might call their marker in."

Another trio of idle taps from the wand accompanied John's words, patternless one might assume like the nervous tic some had with clicking a pen or tapping a pencil. That was, unless they had a magic sense or caught sight of the a few puffs of dust on the trail the rabbit had taken away from Lucifer. John's false smile fell away when he finally paid attention to Lucifer versus his little spells to see if the rabbit had been real or not.

"I can always head back to my room. Prefer to do my smoking indoors anyway. Might rain out here," he said, the magician's patter sound coming back to his voice as the smile reemerged. Charm, baby. That was the way to go. Wasn't a bad looking bloke, and he might hand over one of those cigarettes still. "Five years? You one of those world-hopper sorts like the Jedi or something else?"

That smile just... wasn't quite right. If this was another cannibal, John was demanding they get a police force around here.