"Actually, yes I can. It's one of my God given gifts," Lucifer explained, smiling in a manner that wasn't particularly threatening but it wasn't particularly nice either. "And you say all those things, Mr. Constantine and just make it all that much more curious."

Turning, Lucifer made an attempt to capture John's eyes with his own.

"So, what would be that deep, dark, little secret hmm? That unspoken truth?"

Depending upon how alert Constantine was (perhaps quite alert) he might feel the weight of something pressing against his conscious awareness. A coaxing sensation, attempting to tickle those sweet, dark truths past his tongue; the desire to just spit out what he may have grown weary of carrying, silently, for so long.