[Constantine jerks back, and for a moment the circle wavers, wisps of fog and the stench of sulphur ebbing out into the air before he tightens his hold once more. It's strong, stronger than he'd expected and more unusually it doesn't even pretend to take human form. Demons could come in all shapes and sizes, but during a summoning their favourite was often to pick something specifically to unsettle the summoners. A familiar face, a lost loved one, a glimpse of a terrible future... those were things he's familiar with and expects. This is something different.

He doesn't like it. And, by the look of him, neither does Tony.]

Look familiar to you? Anything at all could be a clue since this bastard is being less helpful than I'd hoped.

[There's a small chance it means something to the other man, if he's lucky, but he has a feeling it won't be an easy solution.]

I'll try and get it to talk but usually the problem is shutting them up.