[He can feel his pulse speeding in response to the pressure, body reacting instinctively to threat with a flood of adrenaline that's all too heady, given everything else at the moment. It's almost a disappointment that Peter stops there, and he wets his lips before answering.]
Likewise, though perhaps not in the same way.
[Metahumans and their abilities does put him at more of a disadvantage, but all that means is that he'll get to keep whatever marks Peter might like to leave him with. Tokens to remember him by.
His coat his tossed aside and shirt torn open, and Constantine grins, all wild delight. All the stops out, is it? It suits him just fine, and he grabs a fistful of Peter's shirt, dragging him in for a harsh kiss that's more teeth than lips, the words of a spell ground out between breaths. The effect is immediate: Peter's shirt seems to smoulder and burn away from around him, although there's not even a hint of heat to the magic and no threat of harm to the man. Just his clothing (hopefully not too expensive), burning up like paper and fine ashes floating away.]
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Likewise, though perhaps not in the same way.
[Metahumans and their abilities does put him at more of a disadvantage, but all that means is that he'll get to keep whatever marks Peter might like to leave him with. Tokens to remember him by.
His coat his tossed aside and shirt torn open, and Constantine grins, all wild delight. All the stops out, is it? It suits him just fine, and he grabs a fistful of Peter's shirt, dragging him in for a harsh kiss that's more teeth than lips, the words of a spell ground out between breaths. The effect is immediate: Peter's shirt seems to smoulder and burn away from around him, although there's not even a hint of heat to the magic and no threat of harm to the man. Just his clothing (hopefully not too expensive), burning up like paper and fine ashes floating away.]
Try and keep up, yeah?