[It is, after all, the entire reason that he's here and doing this at all. Easier if Tony helps out, but Constantine doesn't mean to give up even if the man changes his mind and tosses him out on his arse. He's relieved at least that Tony isn't quite at that point yet, and does mutter a soft "sorry" as he quickly daubs a sigil at the base of the man's throat. The mixture of blood and several other ingredients is oddly warm against the skin, thick and clinging. Unpleasant to say the least, but he hopes that Tony can tolerate it for the time being.
A mark on his own forehead, then Constantine lifts the jar in both hands, chanting a Sumerian incantation before he drinks the remainder of the jar.
The effect is immediate; both sigils light up with a brilliant glow, the mixture going from oddly warm to uncomfortably hot as Constantine's voice reaches a crescendo and a thick smog fills the circle.]
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[It is, after all, the entire reason that he's here and doing this at all. Easier if Tony helps out, but Constantine doesn't mean to give up even if the man changes his mind and tosses him out on his arse. He's relieved at least that Tony isn't quite at that point yet, and does mutter a soft "sorry" as he quickly daubs a sigil at the base of the man's throat. The mixture of blood and several other ingredients is oddly warm against the skin, thick and clinging. Unpleasant to say the least, but he hopes that Tony can tolerate it for the time being.
A mark on his own forehead, then Constantine lifts the jar in both hands, chanting a Sumerian incantation before he drinks the remainder of the jar.
The effect is immediate; both sigils light up with a brilliant glow, the mixture going from oddly warm to uncomfortably hot as Constantine's voice reaches a crescendo and a thick smog fills the circle.]
Come on, you bastard, let me see your face!